"So, from the time Miss An Yan fell into a coma until now, Mo Shiyan hasn't done anything?"
Liang Chen's gaze was icy as he bluntly expressed his dissatisfaction.
Feeling his hostility, Mo Shiyan felt a momentary tightness in his chest.
Why does everyone dare to give me the cold shoulder now?
He raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, ignored Liang Chen, and turned to get directly into his own car.
Mo Shiyan certainly could have acquired the surveillance videos from the intersection, but he hadn't bothered because he was convinced that Feng Jingnian was behind this and hadn't considered this possibility.
Once Liang Chen mentioned it, he immediately grasped the crux of the matter.
Feng Jingnian might deny involvement, but the person who had approached An Yan and the one An Yan had ordered her men to follow were all clues.
