"Huh?" Vicdor Blake didn't expect that the woman would dare to ask her now.
Snow Cecy turned pale and said in a low voice, "I hope you can trust me, at least when I check the truth, don't hinder me."
"Am I blocking you?" Vicdor Blake suddenly felt a little innocent: "I at least..."
"You restrict my freedom is to hinder me, and now that Aunt Zhang is dead, I feel that the clues are interrupted. Aunt Zhang's death must not be so simple. Vicdor Blake, think about it. She just called me for help. I rushed to her and she changed her attitude. Is it really beyond doubt?"
Snow Cecy is eager to persuade Vicdor Blake to trust her, but Vicdor Blake always has doubts about what happened six years ago.
So, he just slightly pulled the corner of his lips: "What if she committed suicide in despair because her son's illness was really incurable?"
"Impossible!"
