Wang Yu could now be certain that Zhao Yuexue had come for the case of the group drowning.
Although Zhao Yuexue's questions seemed casual, they were far too specific, and her serious expression confirmed this as well.
After locking gazes for about seven to eight seconds, feeling Wang Yu's eyes too sharp, Zhao Yuexue involuntarily diverted her gaze elsewhere. After steadying her spirits, she fixed her eyes back on Wang Yu and said with a smile, "Brother Wang Yu, why are you looking at me like that? You haven't answered my question yet. Could it be that you can't answer it?"
Wang Yu clenched his teeth, averted his gaze, flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the coffee table, and after a deep sigh, stood up and started pacing back and forth in the living room.
At this moment, his heart was filled with disappointment.
