Su Tiyue also checked around and found nothing unusual; all the machines showed normal readings.
But according to Hu Shuo, the way the fire burned was too strange.
What kind of fire could penetrate heavy metal doors and burn directly outside the room where Xing Jue was?
Su Tiyue always felt that Chuzheng knew something, but since she wouldn't say, he was at a loss.
"Miss Chuzheng, you were paid to protect Xing Jue." Su Tiyue tried to probe: "Now we have the same goal; I mean no harm. He's my friend, and I want to protect him and catch the real culprit behind this."
Chuzheng, with her hands in her pockets, had a refined expression as if covered with frost: "Otherwise, why do you think the fire stopped at the door and he's still fine?"
Wasn't it because of me!
Wasn't it because of me!
If it weren't for me, the people inside would have been roasted by now, ready to serve with some cumin.
