There was finally new progress in He Feng's death.
Nangong Jue used this as an excuse to enter Le Yao's house.
Because they were going to talk about a case, Le Yao brought him into the study, opposite her room, where she did her homework.
Nangong Jue glanced around the room and smiled.
"Make yourself at home." Le Yao gestured, then personally poured a glass of warm water and handed it over.
Nangong Jue sat down on the chair opposite the desk and reached for the paper on the table to flip through. With just one look, he knew that this girl's science was not very good, but he did not say anything.
"What news did you get?" Le Yao didn't mind the other party looking at the paper. It wasn't a secret that she wasn't good at studying.
"The police are sure that He Feng didn't commit suicide. It was murder."
"Are you really sure?" Le Yao's eyes lit up.
