Kitchen. Storage room.
A corpse was lying on the floor. It had been dead for a long time.
Song Yaoyao only took a glance before her eyes were covered by a large hand. Her back was pressed against a broad and sturdy chest.
"What a good dead man."
Yi Ting was silent for a long time. He was so angry that he laughed.
The surveillance cameras showed that this servant was the one who gave Song Yaoyao the cake.
Furthermore, for some unknown reason, she even went to the washroom to take a look.
There was a blind spot there, but from the surveillance footage, An Ruoyao walked out from the corridor shortly after she left.
From the beginning to the end, An Ruoyao had never touched the cake.
Just like Song Yaoyao said, this matter had nothing to do with her.
She was just a scapegoat used by the mastermind to divert attention.
The alarm was lifted. The people who had wanted to leave earlier were now unwilling to leave.
