"This thing of yours is also an artifact, right?"
Long Xiwén eyed Su Xuan's Ruyi Staff, a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes.
"I want to see your search warrant," Su Xuan said.
"Don't bother. The search warrant is fake. I forged it."
Long Xiwén admitted frankly, "I really, really wanted to take a good look around your place, and it turns out I did find some interesting things."
She raised a hand, her fingers caressing a throwing knife. "If I'm not mistaken, this throwing knife isn't yours either. It belongs to the murderer who massacred the Bai family, right? He didn't have to use a screwdriver to kill, did he?"
"It's his," Su Xuan shrugged.
"You really are..." Long Xiwén tidied a strand of hair with the tip of the knife, choosing her words carefully. "It seems like everything has something to do with you!"
"Long Xiwén," Su Xuan said suddenly. "Do you have a favor to ask of me?"
"Ah?"
