Ji Shunuan was still feeling a lingering fear.
"Thank goodness you knew to give the butler a heads-up, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable," Bo Jingcheng said in a hoarse voice.
He wasn't blaming her, rather, his tone was full of concern and sympathy.
Knowing she had been bearing the pressure alone, one could only imagine the torment she felt inside.
"Right, I got this," Ji Shunuan seemed to recall something.
She took out the documents she had grabbed earlier from her backpack.
Bo Jingcheng took the documents and opened them. She leaned in close, their proximity causing the man's warm breath to fan across her cheek.
Ji Shunuan's face inexplicably flushed red, her heartbeat quickened, and she became somewhat distracted.
"Half of it is torn?" Ji Shunuan looked at the documents related to her mother's death.
She hurriedly flipped through, only to find that the bottom half was indeed torn off.
