If the wound was not left by Xiao Hui himself, then the person who made this wound might know the truth about Xiao Hui's suicide.
Shi Man pulled up the chat history of Xiao Hui's cell phone. On the surface, there was nothing special. Most of them were ordinary conversations with colleagues and she did not see anything unusual.
Yi Zheng glanced at the screen and said calmly, "Can you recover the deleted contact record?"
"Of course." Shi Man swiped the screen confidently and quickly restored the deleted contact and chat records in Xiao Hui's cell phone software.
Yi Zheng took out a piece of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into Shi Man's mouth. "I'll send you back after dinner. What do you want to eat?"
Shi Man was busy flipping through the messy chat records and replied without looking up, "Anything is fine. It's up to you."
Yi Zheng gave an address according to her preferences, and Tang Zhe immediately drove into the night.
