Wen Xu's conjecture, once articulated, received widespread agreement.
Although Mu Yunchu didn't give him a definitive response, judging by the fact that she didn't leave, that seemed to be the situation.
Off to the side, He Jiarong had been so frightened by their speculation that she was sobbing uncontrollably.
As someone who always loved gossiping, she had never regretted it more.
Why couldn't she just hold back back then?
Why did she have to share those bits of information with her friends?
Now look, she had woven a cocoon for herself.
"He Jiarong."
Zhou Zhicheng's serious voice called her back from her reverie.
"After our discussion, you are now likely the killer's next target."
He Jiarong instinctively objected, "But I don't even have a boyfriend!"
As she said this, she glanced several times, intentionally or not, at Wen Xu.
Zhou Zhicheng was at a loss.
