Qiao Jing recalled the several encounters she had had with Wu Xirui, and she had long suspected that things were too coincidental.
However, up to now, Wu Xirui had done nothing to harm her, so she had not delved deeper into the matter.
Now that she thought about it, everything suddenly became clear.
Suddenly, Qiao Jing thought of something; her eyes lit up, and she looked up at Zhan Qipei.
"You said that the person who tried to assassinate you in Autumn Water Village—"
She stopped there because, firstly, she had no evidence, and secondly, it was Zhan Qipei's family matter, and it wasn't appropriate for her, an outsider, to make wild guesses here.
"I've thought about it too, but there's no evidence," Zhan Qipei sat down, half-lowering his eyelids, his brow furrowed as he thought analytically about the matter.
