"Public is public, private is private. We're in the middle of discussing the case."
Du Muhan pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing.
"What's wrong?" Su Qiao sensed that something was off with his expression.
Ever since they had been in the conference room, something about him had seemed unsettled. His mood was also somewhat low, though on the surface he still looked as taciturn as ever.
Du Muhan stared at her for a moment. "Nothing. I'm going to get the toolbox."
"Wait." This guy clearly has a lot on his mind, yet he's still saying it's nothing.
Su Qiao tossed down her briefcase, walked over, and pinched his chin. She carefully examined him from side to side. "You don't look well. Didn't you sleep well last night?"
She pulled her hand down.
Su Qiao looked at him with a frown.
Du Muhan's expression paused. Helplessly, he pulled her hand away and held it in his own. "I just remembered some things from the past. I'm fine now."
Since he said he was fine, then he probably was. Su Qiao didn't dwell on it. "Hurry up and get the toolbox."
"Okay." Du Muhan smiled and gently patted her head. "Wait for me. We'll take my car. I'll be quick."
By the time they returned from outside, it was already dark. However, because the matter was urgent, everyone casually ate some takeout in the office before gathering around the conference table again.
This trip had essentially confirmed that Sun Zhihao's Art Gallery was the site of the murder.
Sun Zhihao's Art Gallery had an Underground Room where he stored some of the materials he usually used for painting, along with quite a few unfinished works that he had abandoned after deciding he was dissatisfied with them.
Although someone had deliberately