She remembered clearly that night in the basement. When Song Ling walked to Mark's side, their eyes met. The way Mark looked at Song Ling was not only as if he was looking at a lover, but also as if he was looking at a good friend he had known for many years.
Qiao Nian frowned. She subconsciously took out the silver needles from her pocket and was about to check if Song Ling was really dead when footsteps came from outside.
When Lina heard those footsteps, she instantly reacted.
If this was Mark's plan, did it mean that Mark wanted to frame her and Nian Nian for this woman's death?
Seeing that Qiao Nian was about to examine the corpse, Lina frowned and hurriedly held Qiao Nian's hand. "Nian Nian, you can't stab her with the needle. He just wants to frame us for this woman's death. We should leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, we won't be able to explain ourselves."
When Qiao Nian heard Lina's words, she instantly reacted. "You're right!"
