No sooner had her words fallen than inquisitive, unfriendly gazes from all directions suddenly engulfed Chu Zhiyi.
There are no walls without chinks in this world, and even if the news of Yan Jingting's detainment had yet not started to spread outside, those who had a hand in his misfortune were surely mingling amongst this crowd, ready to take advantage of the chaos.
Chu Zhiyi's mind raced, and just as she thought of a plan and was about to speak, a man's voice lazily beat her to it, "What a coincidence, I just visited Yan Jingting a few days ago, and he, oh dear, recently his legs have been troubling him. Yesterday when I went to see him, he threw such a fit of rage, he drove me right out."
The voice was somewhat familiar.
Chu Zhiyi followed the voice and saw a man with a troubled expression.
Ning Liaozhi, Yan Jingting's friend.
Although they had only met once, Chu Zhiyi remembered him.
Ning Liaozhi also looked at her, and made a subtle gesture.
