Su Xingyu looked at him, and a faint sadness appeared in her clear eyes.
If possible, she wished this matter not only had nothing to do with her brother but also with Ouyang Yi. However, given the current situation, one of them must be the murderer, treating life as worthless.
Seeing her silent, Ouyang Yi smiled slightly with a soft voice: "Xingyu, I truly like you."
Su Xingyu snapped back to reality: "Like? Liking or not is a different matter from killing, Ouyang Yi. Can it be that to win in business battles, you'd do anything?"
"I would say you prefer it to be me who is the murderer. You've condemned me without evidence." A faint, sad smile appeared on Ouyang Yi's face; today he seemed different from usual, but Su Xingyu couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. Probably...he had become much more melancholic?
Su Xingyu stared at him, questioning: "Isn't it you?"
