Baili Xia was momentarily speechless; Guisu was still the same Guisu—truly unchanged.
Helplessly, she followed Guisu into the room.
Guisu went straight to the sofa, sat down, and with a sweep of his large hand, picked up the kettle to pour himself a cup of green tea.
His calm demeanor seemed to treat this place as his own home.
Baili Xia once again felt speechless. Everyone in her room seemed too casual.
However, she knew that Guisu wouldn't have any ulterior motives.
She sat opposite Guisu without speaking, silently watching him.
Finally, Guisu spoke.
"How's the investigation into Bei Zicheng going?"
He was indeed here for this matter, warming Baili Xia's heart.
She pressed her lips together and replied, "There hasn't been any major progress yet."
"Today, the forensic examiner came to inspect, said the murder weapon was a knife with a blood groove, piercing straight into the chest."
"A knife with a blood groove?" Wu Ming frowned.
