Yuchi agreed.
What the beautiful Song said made sense. Losing such a compass, although the man didn't seem particularly angry, was ultimately good intentions gone awry. In Song Yinghan's eyes, Ling Huzhong might not even have had good intentions.
"He only told Miss Wanyan that he helped an old man look for his granddaughter but didn't mention failing to find her. He also didn't mention his close relationship with someone else's wife, nor the fact that he started a new case without resolving the previous ones."
"Is this even an investigation?"
"This isn't an investigation; it's gambling. He's trying his luck, hoping to find a simple missing case. If he stumbles upon one, he can boast about it, making it seem like he's solving everything when only a tenth might actually be resolved!"
Thus, Song Yinghan held the compass, and the two sat in a tea house's private room, drinking tea.
