Qiao Nianren said lazily and in a light tone: "Sometimes I really wonder if you have the ability to read minds? How come every time I don't say anything, you seem to know it."
Ye Wangchuan acted as a quiet listener, standing there with his hands hanging down and listening to her quietly.
Qiao Nian glanced at him again, lowered her dark eyelashes, and felt a surge of annoyance all over her body. She said to him, "I always feel like there is a hand behind the scenes pushing everything forward."
She briefly told the story about the car accident that Liang Conglin and his friends had gotten into.
Then he stood up.
His dark eyes sank: "From Elena's sudden death to Principal Liang and the others getting in a car accident...it was all just too coincidental."
Qiao Nian thought of something and frowned slightly: "... before Principal Liang and his friends got into a car accident, Moody came to see me."
Her eyes were bright, as if she had seen the truth through the fog.
"Do you think I will doubt Moody?"
"you will not."
Seeing her falling hair, Ye Wangchuan stretched out his thumb and stroked her cheek to behind her ear, raised the corner of his lips, and spoke in a very relaxed tone.
"Since you asked, it means you don't know how to do it."
Qiao Nian glanced at him again with her black and white eyes, then slumped back on the sofa while biting the candy again: "Boring."
He just has a bug, so he can always guess what he's thinking.
Ye Wangchuan said: "You don't need to worry about the person behind the scenes. If she wants to achieve her goal, she can't hide behind forever. She will eventually surface."
Qiao Nian was thinking about something with half-closed eyes. He hummed, and after a while, he raised his eyes and looked over again as if he had figured it out.
"you're right."
"You'll know what she wants to do in a moment."
…
In fact, they didn't have to wait long.
Qiao Nian was sure that this matter had nothing to do with Moody because she received a call from the New York City Police Department. The NYPD wanted her to come over, but they didn't say what the matter was.
Qiao Nian took his coat and prepared to go take a look.
Ye Wangchuan followed closely behind and put his arm around her wrist: "I'll go with you."
Qiao Nian glanced at his clenched hands and said, "Yeah."
Ji Lin was driving.
The two soon arrived at the New York City Police Department. When they stepped into the police station, the oncoming police officers glanced at them with complicated expressions.
Qiao Nian ignored them all, stepped on their "surprised, angry, and disgusted" looks, and walked to the innermost part to connect with the person who called her.
"You called me?"
"Ms. Qiao?" The female police officer saw her, reacted, put down the documents in her arms, motioned to her colleagues to wait, and subconsciously looked at the man standing behind Qiao Nian.
Ye Wangchuan's outstanding appearance was hard to ignore. When the female police officer saw that he had brought someone with him, she frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
"plz follow me."
Qiao Nian followed her through the corridor and walked further inside. Before she reached her destination, she smelled a large amount of gunpowder floating in the air.
In front of us were layers of people. Firefighters were putting out the fire. The fire had been brought under control, with only a few flames left.
The smoke she had just smelled was coming from here.
Qiao Nian also smelled a mixture of formalin and disinfectant in the thick smoke.
She vaguely guessed where the fire started.
"Someone is coming."
The policewoman shouted outside the crowd.
The densely packed wall of people dispersed, leaving a narrow path that was wide enough for one person to pass through. A few people stood outside the flames. A man and a woman looked over with their faces reflected in the flames. They looked over suddenly, their eyes filled with hatred that was about to burst out. (End of this chapter)