Even He Teng's people or the local criminal police from S Province, He Teng would never have such doubts.
"Don't overthink this, just rest well," He Teng soothed as he gently stroked He Zhilan's hair. "It's my fault this time; I failed to protect you, resulting in your injury."
"I don't blame you." He Zhilan smiled, "No one expected that Lan Song, whom you all have been searching for so long, would hide in the hotel."
He Zhilan also thought that Lan Song must have put sleeping pills or some kind of knock-out drug in the water jug in the room before she and He Teng returned to their room; otherwise, it was impossible for someone to carry her out of the room without her knowing. She was a living person, not a dead pig.
