Perhaps Han Ziyue's subconscious reaction was not wanting to suspect Han Ziye, hence such a thought emerged.
This time, Si Qianmo didn't engage further with Han Ziyue's words, he simply remarked blandly, "Let's see the situation later before making a decision. I'm driving now, let's leave it,"
Soon, Si Qianmo directly hung up the phone.
Si Qianmo's mind was filled with too many, too many questions. He very much wanted to figure out everything behind it, but Si Qianmo understood that some things couldn't be solved by him alone.
Si Qianmo took a deep breath two or three times, trying to empty his mind, after all, it was painful to keep it like this.
When Si Qianmo parked the car and just got out, his phone suddenly rang unexpectedly. At first, Si Qianmo thought it was Han Ziyue rushing him, but upon seeing the caller ID, Si Qianmo's face changed, his heart skipped a beat, and a sense of ominous foreboding spread across his chest.
