"Stop looking, let's go!"
Yin Hun the Nineteenth quickly caught up, pulling Tang Qingxue to leave.
"Young Master, Young Madam, this is the suicide note found in Lin Shuai's room!"
A bodyguard squeezed out from the crowd and handed over a letter. Tang Qingxue took it. It was written by Lin Shuai before his death, using his blood.
There were not many words, just one sentence, "Young Master, I am innocent with the Young Madam, please believe me!"
Tang Qingxue felt a wave of guilt. If she hadn't thought about promoting Lin Shuai initially, such a tragedy wouldn't have occurred. So young, a vibrant life, just fell like that.
"Qingxue, let's go inside!" Yin Hun the Nineteenth's face also didn't look good. Lin Shuai died, and he couldn't shirk the responsibility. It was he who ordered Lin Shuai beaten in a rage last night. In the face of Lin Shuai's suicide, he felt guilt as well.
