Xu Mushen nodded.
Xu Qiaoqiao squatted down, opening the bandage, wanting to take a look at the wound.
But her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
She raised her head, meeting Xu Mushen's eyes, as deep as the starry sky, "Stop looking, talk to me instead."
Seeing his determined manner, Xu Qiaoqiao had to stop what she was doing, stand up, sit by his uninjured side, and lean into his arms.
Xu Mushen's large hand lightly pat her back, after a moment, he asked, "Think carefully, was there anything unusual when Liang Mengxian died?"
Xu Qiaoqiao frowned, thought for a moment, then shook her head: "It was too dark at the time, I couldn't see anything. Big Brother, how can human life be so fragile? I only pushed her a bit..."
At that point, thinking of that girl, she closed her mouth.
Even if Liang Mengxian had been at her worst, she was still her childhood friend. People's death is a serious matter; she would not hold any grudge against Mengxian anymore.
