"Suspicion? Absolutely not!" An Hao hurriedly denied.
"I heard everything. You want to check Hou Zicheng's medical records. This puzzles me, I only had contact with Hou Zicheng, what exactly are you suspecting me of?" Hua Jin asked very directly.
An Hao found that talking to this person really didn't require beating around the bush.
Because if you beat around the bush with him, and speak in a cryptic way, he will straighten all those twists into one very direct statement.
However, this question left An Hao unable to answer, so she could only speak with a tough attitude: "Hua... Jin, this has nothing to do with you! I have a grudge against Hou Zicheng, I want to investigate him, is that not okay?"
"Sure! It's okay!" Hua Jin said, lowering his head and taking out a pen from his shirt pocket, then he grabbed An Hao's hand.
