Everyone held their breath, not daring to utter a single word.
"Young Master, this is the mask left behind by the Ghost-Faced Man. We suspect that the youth with the fierce face must be him," a bodyguard, steeling himself, picked up the mask from the ground.
Thinking back, that young man was indeed the most suspicious.
But at the time, his face was so shocking, and he acted so innocent and weak that nobody could harbor any suspicions against such a person.
Yet this was precisely his sharpest weapon.
"It seems he knew that Wen Yiqing was an imposter and simply discarded her. However, he does have some conscience, not having killed her," Si Chen, who appeared out of nowhere, completely disregarded that this was a no-smoking mall. Holding a half-smoked cigarette, he leaned against the door frame and watched the commotion with a lazy gaze.
After all, no one had informed him about this, and he was more than happy to be uninvolved.
He couldn't care less about such trivial matters.
