Chen Ran thought his action this time was foolproof, yet he actually walked right into the trap.
From a certain perspective, his arrest had greatly propelled the investigation into Gu Cheng's major case.
Shen Xian, though having suffered this great calamity, had only sustained superficial injuries which healed within a few days.
That day, Gu Chen sent a set of high-end formal wear, and Shen Xian, still resting at home, looked at the sky-blue formal attire inside the large box, somewhat baffled.
Fortunately, right after the formal wear was delivered, Gu Chen's call immediately came through.
"Why did you send me a set of formal wear?"
Using clothes to compensate for her ordeal seemed completely unnecessary. Shen Xian did not think Gu Chen was such a vulgar person.
"Ha."
Gu Chen chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, "I guessed you would talk to me with this tone."
"What kind of tone?"
