His heart felt as though it had been twisted, aching and bitter, as if a man who had never bent his back had finally bowed his head to him.
Shen Mu Lan couldn't make any absolute promises, but he nodded solemnly at Ji Ting. "Don't worry."
Ji Ting blinked at him, as though thanking him.
"Focus on getting better. I'll come see you again."
There was no time to lose. With that, Shen Mu Lan picked up the writing board and left.
"Director Liao, take a look at this. Ji Ting wrote it all himself."
After reading the two lines, Director Liao looked up. Shen Mu Lan immediately waved his hands, eager to avoid any suspicion. "This had nothing to do with me. There was a surveillance camera in there, and you all heard what we said."
Feng Lei, who had kidnapped Ji Ting, was already dead. Ji Ting was the only person who knew best what had happened during the kidnapping. Although there was no concrete evidence yet, those two sentences were more than enough grounds to arrest Ji Shize.
Director Liao seemed to mull something over. After a moment's silence, he said, "I'll handle this. You can go home now."
Despite that assurance, how could Shen Mu Lan feel at ease? On the way home, he asked Shen Lin, "Bro, can't we really do anything to help them?"
Shen Lin turned the steering wheel and answered objectively, "This situation is completely different from last time. There's no way for me to get involved. Besides, you're our only connection to the Ji Family. Even if we wanted to intervene, we'd have no standing."
No standing?
Shen Mu Lan frowned and thought it over for a long while. Suddenly, his fingers curled into a fist. "Then what if I..."
"What