Qiao Nianren was lazy and indifferent, and said in a calm tone: "Sometimes I really wonder if you have the ability to read minds? Why do you seem to know every time I don't say anything?"
Ye Wangchuan acted as a quiet listener, standing there with his hands down and listening to her quietly.
Qiao Nian glanced at him quickly again, lowered her dark eyelashes, and a wave of annoyance surged around her body, and said to him, "I always feel like there is a hand behind my back pushing the development of everything."
She briefly told Liang Conglin and others about the car accident.
Then stood up.
His dark eyes narrowed: "From Elena's sudden death to Principal Liang's car accident... everything was just a coincidence."
Qiao Nian thought of something and frowned slightly: "... Before Principal Liang and the others got into a car accident, Mo Di came to see me."
Her eyes were bright, as if she had passed through a lot of fog to reach the truth.
"Do you think I will doubt Moody?"
"You won't."
Seeing her hanging hair, Ye Wangchuan reached out and stroked her cheek with the tip of his thumb and lifted it behind her ear. He raised the corners of his lips and spoke in a very relaxed tone.
"Since you asked, it means you don't know how."
Qiao Nian glanced at him again with her clear black and white eyes, bit the candy again and slumped back on the sofa: "It's boring."
He just has bugs, so he guesses his thoughts every time.
Ye Wangchuan said: "You don't have to worry about the person behind the scenes. If she wants to achieve her goal, she can't hide behind her all the time. She will always surface."
Qiao Nian half-closed her eyelashes and thought about something. She hummed. After a while, she looked up again as if she had figured it out.
"you're right."
"We'll find out what she wants to do later."
…
In fact, they didn't have to wait long.
Qiao Nian was sure that this matter had nothing to do with Mo Di. Because she received a call from the New York City Police Department. The NYPD people on the phone wanted her to come over, but they didn't say anything on the phone.
Qiao Nian took her coat and prepared to take a look.
Ye Wangchuan followed closely and wrapped his arms around her wrist: "I'll go with you."
Qiao Nian glanced at his clenched hands: "Yes."
Ji Lin drove.
The two quickly arrived at the New York City Police Station. When they entered the police station, the oncoming police officers peeked at them with complicated expressions.
Qiao Nian ignored them all, followed their "surprised, angry, disgusted" looks and walked to the end to connect with the person who called her.
"Did you call me?"
"Miss Qiao?" When the female police officer saw her, she reacted, put down the documents in her arms, signaled to her colleagues to wait, and then 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 she had brought someone with her, 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 lot of gunpowder smoke floating in the air.
In front are layers of people. Firefighters are extinguishing the fire. The fire has been controlled, but there is still a little flame left.
That's where the smoke she just smelled came from.
Qiao Nian also smelled a bit of formalin mixed with disinfectant from the thick smoke.
She vaguely guessed where the fire started.
"People are coming."
The policewoman shouted from outside the crowd.
The dense wall of people spread out, leaving a narrow path for one person to pass through. There were several people standing outside the tongue of fire. Among them, a man and a woman whose faces were reflected in the firelight suddenly looked over, with hatred in their eyes about to burst out. (End of chapter)