"Mr. Chen, I was out of line just now."
Wen Hao stood up and spoke, looking both embarrassed and nervous.
Sensing that the malice coming from Wen Hao had abruptly vanished, Chen Miao waved it off.
"Can we keep talking about your ex-girlfriend?"
Chen Miao asked after sitting down.
"Of course, of course. Ask whatever you want, Mr. Chen."
Wen Hao straightened up in his seat and answered.
"Did you live with your girlfriend over these past two months?"
"Yes."
Wen Hao nodded under Huang Jinjin's gaze.
"Then have you ever been to your ex-girlfriend's home?"
"A few times. Not many."
"Did you notice anything strange in her home?"
Wen Hao looked puzzled.
"Mr. Chen, what do you mean by strange?"
Chen Miao thought for a moment before saying, "Things like jars, straw, cinnabar, iron needles, red thread, or even shrines and altars."
Wen Hao thought it over, then shook his head.
"I didn't notice anything like that."
"Have you ever seen your girlfriend do anything strange, like collecting your hair, nails, or blood?"
Wen Hao shook his head again.
"No."
Chen Miao frowned.
"Have you spent most of these past two months with your girlfriend?"
"No, I had my own things to do."
Chen Miao nodded.
In that case, Wen Hao might not know what his ex-girlfriend did every day.
He still couldn't determine whether Wen Hao's ex-girlfriend was behind this, but she was the prime suspect.
Just as Chen Miao was considering what to do, Wen Hao seemed to remember something.
"Mr. Chen, there's something I'd like you to take a look at. See if it sounds suspicious."
"Right after Jinjin and I divorced, I was feeling down, so I took a trip abroad with my ex-girlfriend. She saw a few wooden dolls at a street stall and