Yin Hehe did not answer this question.
She also hoped that her guess was incorrect, but over the years, whenever she doubted something, nine times out of ten, there was something wrong.
They landed in Chongzhou.
"Xiaoyin, where do we go now?"
After getting off the plane, Doctor Qin immediately asked her while looking at the pitch-black night outside.
Yin Hehe paused and then asked with pursed lips, "Doctor Qin, I heard that Xiahou Xiu died ten days ago right here in Chongzhou. Do you know where it happened?"
"What?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the expression of the doctor beside her changed drastically.
She had thought that this young girl had asked her to come merely to accompany her, but she had not expected her real intention to be this.
"Xiaoyin, how did you know about this? Who's been talking too much?"
"No one." Yin Hehe turned her head to look at the doctor.
"Doctor Qin, do you know what Xiahou Xiu said to me when he went mad in the blood-drawing room?"