"How did you know?" Rong Xuelong asked. "Since he has cognitive impairment and hypnotized himself into creating a beautiful reality, how would you know his mistake?"
Ying Xiurui smiled bitterly. "This matter… was told to me personally by him."
"Ah…"
"He only said this once. He said that he killed her personally. After that, he suddenly fell ill and…" Ying Xiurui shook his head in distress. "No one can change his understanding anymore. Xuelong, I'm really sorry for implicating you…"
Jiang Chenglong saw this scene when he came in.
Rong Xuelong and Ying Xiurui were whispering affectionately.
Jiang Chenglong's expression darkened even more than when he had just left.
He sat down coldly and gulped down the second glass of red wine without a word.
After a long time, Ying Fuyi finally came back.
"Chenglong, where have you been?" She sat down and asked with a fawning tone. "I've been looking for you outside for a long time."