While in the car, Qin Miaomiao kept holding his hand tightly, only feeling somewhat reassured by his warmth.
She couldn't help but ask:
"What exactly is going on?"
"Just a clumsy attempt at framing, nothing much."
Qin Miaomiao took a deep breath: "Who framed you?"
"Haven't figured it out yet, but there are only a few suspects."
Seeing his calm expression, Qin Miaomiao felt unsettled:
"Could it be Ouyang Yan?"
"Him? It's possible."
"Not just possible, I'm sure it's him!"
Lu Qing reached out to caress her face and smiled:
"Look how anxious you are."
"Someone died, how can I not be anxious? I'm scared to death."
Lu Qing chuckled:
"This is nothing. This kind of frame-up is not clever at all. Do you think your man can be taken down so easily?"
"I know, but I still can't help worrying."
He ruffled her hair, smiling:
"Silly, there's nothing to worry about. Remember, your man isn't easily defeated."
"I'm just too flustered."
Han Shu interjected:
