"Fine, have it your way." Shen Zhaoli sat on the sofa, frowning, and threw a USB drive onto the low table, speaking coldly and seriously, "You guessed right, Li Sihe has been investigating you recently."
Shen Jinci's expression remained calm, indifferent to Shen Zhaoli's words.
"I guessed it."
"You guessed it?" Shen Zhaoli raised an eyebrow, looking at Shen Jinci inquisitively, "If you knew, why didn't you take precautions? You just let him investigate?"
"I'm quite curious as to what Li Sihe could find out." Shen Jinci spoke mildly, suppressing the aloof coldness in his eyes, as he slowly said, "If he can find anything, I'll accept it."
Shen Zhaoli read an exceptionally complex emotion in Shen Jinci's words and frowned, "Do you also not want to keep covering things up..."
'Covering up' is quite the fitting word.
Of course, it's about covering up. Those shameful pasts and dim memories should always be concealed.
