"I'll ask you again, does Xiao Lin's disappearance have anything to do with you?"
Mu Rongyun thought for a moment, nodding and shaking his head. "You could say it's related, but you could also say it's not."
"Do you want me to hit you again?" Hua Qingyi shouted impatiently. It was close to noon, and the body on the side emitted a strange smell. The people from the department hadn't arrived yet, so they had to endure the stench of the corpse baking under the scorching sun.
Mu Rongyun was already used to such smells. To him, the stench of a corpse buried for just a few days was something he had become completely immune to, but to someone with Hua Qingyi's sensitive nose, it was torturous.
