Deng Yiwen looked at the woman before her. While Niu Luo was speaking, she steadied herself and forced a stiff smile.
"Ms. Nong, we're reporters from a newspaper. Sorry to intrude, but we wanted to talk with you about work-related matters."
Nong Yueke's expression grew more distant and suspicious as her eyes swept over the three of them one by one.
After a moment, as if something had occurred to her, she asked,
"I heard something happened recently at the gold shop where I used to work. You're here to investigate them, aren't you?"
"Uh... that's not entirely wrong."
Deng Yiwen let out a breath. Her flimsy excuse clearly did not hold up, but fortunately, Nong Yueke had helped cover for her herself.
"Then come in."
Nong Yueke behaved completely normally. She was poised and open, clearly a confident young woman.
As they followed her inside, Deng Yiwen exchanged a glance with Niu Luo and whispered,
"Does she look injured anywhere to you? Her mental state is so good too. Could Lan Yu's information have been wrong?"
"Not sure. Let's keep observing. Try to steer the conversation toward domestic violence later."
Wen Yongxin walked at the back, his attention entirely focused on the villa. He occasionally let out sounds of admiration.
It was as though he had not come to carry out a mission at all, but merely to visit.
Nong Yueke sat in the seat of honor in the living room, took out three paper cups, filled them with water, and gestured for the three of them to sit.
Deng Yiwen held her notebook, tucked back her hair, and sat in the seat closest to Nong Yueke.
Niu Luo sat close to her, ready to step in with guidance or reminders at any moment.
Wen Yongxin, meanwhile, wandered around