After dinner, Mo Zhu sat quietly at the dining table and chatted with Chen Man.
After replying to a few words about her physical condition, she seemed to have recalled something. Mo Zhu leaned over and looked at Huo Xuan, who was standing quietly at the side. "Who was the person who injured Auntie? Are the results of the interrogation over the past two days out?"
"No, that person probably underwent special training. Before the interrogation began, he had already consumed poison and committed suicide. There weren't any useful clues left." Huo Xuan shook his head lightly and pinched his glabella calmly.
When Mo Zhu heard this, her fingers gently tapped the table. She thought for a while and said seriously, "Auntie, you should go out as little as possible these few days. If you have anything to do outside, bring more of your own people with you."
