At midnight on the bridge, the wind was fierce, and as soon as Jian Xi got out of the car, her hair was tousled by the gusts.
She had Nan Mufeng park the car at a distance and just watched Qiao Yonghui from afar.
"Will he jump?" Jian Xi asked doubtfully. She didn't think Qiao Yonghui had the courage.
For someone like Qiao Yonghui, who loved money as if it were his life and was also cowardly, to commit suicide? Pfft, she didn't believe it!
But then, what was he doing standing on the bridge all this time? According to Nan Mufeng's people, he had been there for almost an hour!
"Really a lunatic, standing by the bridge in the middle of the night, not afraid of being blown off," Jian Xi muttered under her breath.
Nan Mufeng glanced at her and sighed softly, "Wife, if you're worried, why not go over and ask?"
"No. Who said I was worried about him?" Jian Xi huffed, but her eyes never left Qiao Yonghui.
Nan Mufeng: "..."
