So were you just bluffing earlier?
Ten minutes later, Fu Qian stood in front of the sofa once again, frowning.
Considering the small size of Dr. Nancy's residence, he had searched every nook and cranny within this short period, yet he still had no clue about the unquestionable reasons she had mentioned.
The only thing related to Kelly was an old photograph, which clearly showed the two of them much younger and seemingly very intimate.
But without a doubt, this held no persuasive power; the photograph certainly didn't indicate who would go mad in ten or eight years.
In that case—
Fu Qian was never one to dwell on things; if he couldn't find it, he wouldn't bother looking, and the next moment he turned and walked towards the door, going to report back to the doctor.
Also due to professional ethics, before leaving, he still chose to close the door properly, respecting Dr. Nancy's requests.
...
At some point, will an eye open within this phenomenon?