Separated by the visitation glass, Ji Doujin in his prison garb nodded his head.
Mo Qiansu suddenly became tense, "You saw the license plate number too?"
Ji Doujin nodded again.
"Uncle Ji, can you tell me?"
Ji Doujin's expression grew complex, and after a long silence, he finally spoke, "Qiansu, so much time has passed since the incident, why don't you stop pursuing it? Wouldn't it be better to live well in the present?"
Mo Qiansu also wanted to let go of everything and look ahead.
But…
That fire years ago didn't just kill one or two people; it claimed the lives of over a dozen from the Mo Family, as well as the servants who had lived with her for years.
To her, they had already become her family.
If that fire was a long-premeditated conspiracy by someone else, Mo Qiansu couldn't remain indifferent. As a member of the Mo Family, she had to give an explanation to those who had died innocently!