Zhou Qiuhao struggled for a moment, but he couldn't break free. He could only glare at Chi Jiao indignantly.
"I'm an intern manager at 117. I've already seen your information. I believe you've already interacted with 117, right?" Chi Jiao blinked innocently, her tone as soft as a harmless little bunny. "You don't have to be so vigilant against me. I want to help Su Lan because I think he's a good person. Do you know that in the future, Su Lan will jump off a building and commit suicide after attending your funeral? You don't want to see him die with you, right?"
"Of course not…! Why did he commit suicide? No, I have to persuade him." Zhou Qiuhao panicked. He could tell that Chi Jiao was not an ordinary person. He didn't care if what she said was true or not. He couldn't take the risk.
"Don't be anxious. It won't be too late to talk to him after you've answered my questions." With that, Chi Jiao sat down by the bed. "How did you die?"
