The scene of Jiang Xinjie's death lingered in Shen Liya's mind, impossible to dispel. She surmised that Jiang Xinjie must have been possessed to be murmuring to herself and retreating backwards.
The doctor said that Jiang Xinjie had long been in a state of anxiety. Given her performance that day, she might have been living in fear of her own creation.
Sigh!
Shen Liya let out a sigh. She had been with Jiang Xinjie for two years, but only today did she see Jiang Xinjie's true face.
"Don't think about it anymore. Maybe death was a relief for her."
Qiao Yonghui freed a hand and comfortingly patted Shen Liya's shoulder.
"Hmm."
Shen Liya did not want to talk. She would wait until she saw Li Mingxun and Luo Qianxun before fully explaining this matter.
Upon arriving at the Li Family's ancestral home, Qiao Yonghui escorted Shen Liya to ring the doorbell.
The butler opened the door. Seeing them again, he was a little surprised but still politely stepped aside, "Please come in."