Lin Xian's thumb hovered over the phone screen.
"The one who killed me is Ji Xinshui!"
Looking at the message Zhou Duanyun had sent to his mother at the end of 2021, Lin Xian was stunned.
He had once imagined countless relationships between Zhou Duanyun and Ji Xinshui.
Logically...
Their relationship should be one of cooperation, complicity, or even boss and underling, right?
How come it now looks like they are enemies?
Lin Xian continued to read on.
Perhaps because the message was sent in the afternoon, Zhou Duanyun's mother did not reply in time.
Not until two hours later.
Zhou Duanyun sent another message:
"Mom, I'm playing truth or dare with friends, don't take it seriously haha."
After that, the routine exchange of goodnights resumed every evening, with nothing unusual.
Lin Xian scrolled up and down a few more times, but found no more useful intelligence.
He exited the chat page first, then subtly handed the phone back to Zhou Duanyun's mother.
