"Should be."
He Meishu glanced at the handsome, refined Li Jingtai.
"Miss Su, we heard from Mr. Li that every time he finished writing a draft, he would send it to you first for review before updating it. Is that right?"
As far as Su Qiao remembered, that was indeed the case.
"Seems so, but I haven't been feeling well lately. My spirits have been terrible, so I didn't read it."
"What's wrong? You don't suspect that I'm the murderer, do you?"
After the original body had started taking vitamin pills, she had already begun experiencing hallucinations frequently. How could she possibly have gone on to read a horror novel?
Li Jingtai's actions, however, were worth examining.
He had actually told the police that she was the first reader of his novel.
What exactly was he planning...?
Su Qiao admitted that she was a bad person. Whenever she thought about things, she never liked to assume the best.
What she was best at was assuming the worst.
It seemed that tomorrow morning, she should drag him up to exercise, and perhaps practice some martial arts with him as well, so the muscles around his waist and abdomen would become firmer.
"Miss Su, please don't get agitated. We just want to clarify a few things."
Min Xingyu secretly sized Su Qiao up.
Su Qiao curled her lips slightly. "I'm not agitated. I just think your imaginations are pretty wild."
Min Xingyu's eyes flickered slightly. "Miss Su, are you saying that you haven't seen the murder plot at all?"
"That's right." Su Qiao nodded crisply.
"If I had read it, and you told me that the murderer had killed people based on the plot of his novel, would I still be this surprised?"
Li Jingtai hurriedly cut in. "Everything she said is