Su Qiao said that even if she was going to send this guy to prison to rot, she still had to put him through a good deal of torment first.
At the very least, she would beat him down by fifty or sixty percent.
As if it had thought of something, 444 whispered cautiously, "Host, do you think the culprit could be your man, Li Jingtai?"
It thought that man was very suspicious.
He might look like a decent, upstanding man on the surface—gentle and considerate, fond of small animals, and always ready to lend a hand when his neighbors or friends were in trouble.
Even when he came across an old woman trying to cross the street, he would run over to help her. But since he was capable of threatening the original host for no reason, there had to be something wrong with him.
"Look into his background for me."
Su Qiao also found this guy very suspicious.
At the very least, the things he had done didn't seem like jokes.
444 had investigated Li Jingtai's background long ago.
There was nothing unusual in his records. He was a citizen of this country, and his parents had died in a bus accident. He had then been sent to an orphanage, and later gone abroad to study. He had only returned in the past two years.
After returning home, he hadn't taken a high-paying job. Instead, he had chosen to write at home.
Perhaps he had a talent for it. He had written two extremely popular mystery novels in succession, both of which had been adapted into web dramas, earning him a large number of fans.
"That's all?"
Su Qiao frowned slightly.
There was nothing unusual about any of this, and it had even less to do with the