"So, is that person really the killer? The one who murdered Director Zhao?"
Lu Qing shook his head. "I can't be certain. If that person really killed Director Zhao, they wouldn't think to frame me. It's obvious there's a hidden mastermind."
"Who exactly is this hidden mastermind, and why are they trying to frame you?"
"Haven't caught them yet, but eventually they'll reveal their true colors. No need to worry."
"If they're not caught, you'll stay in constant danger. How can I not worry? This whole thing has been an undeserved disaster from the start!"
Filming a movie—just that—it shouldn't have spiraled into a murder case.
And now there's even a trap of framing involved? This is clearly intent on ruining someone. If there really is a mastermind, that person is terrifying.
A dreadful opponent. In the days ahead, are they meant to live in perpetual fear?
Lu Qing gently stroked her back, showing no trace of panic on his face. He said softly:
