"He's a nutcase!"
Gao Han smiled faintly, looking at the girl before him, both familiar and strange, feigning confusion.
"I recall the forensic identified that he died of exhaustion on his own. I wasn't there at the time, couldn't possibly force him to keep moving, right? So, junior sister, what do you mean by asking me this now?"
"Could it be, seeing him die before your eyes was too much, and you started hallucinating?"
Her eyes twinkled, each strand of her hair radiating indescribable joy. Lou Lan, seeing this, could barely contain the resentful energy consuming her.
However, Gao Han, affected by the Enchanting Fog, felt a drug-like exhilaration that she couldn't vent. She wasn't ready to let the dismal-faced Lou Lan go but provoked her again, "Ah! I remember when Chen Zhi died, wasn't he wearing a pair of red high heels? Look, junior sister, what taste you have! Maybe he had a cross-dressing fetish, how else would wearing high heels kill him from exhaustion?"
