Qiao Qiqi took a look at the photo; it showed a girl who looked rather ordinary, with fair skin, a quiet demeanor, and wearing the First Middle School uniform.
"Is she the one who framed Ning Xiuyuan?!" Qiao Qiqi's eyes turned cold.
"How can you be so sure Ning Xiuyuan was framed?" Gu Shili felt irritated again; he hadn't wanted to help, but seeing his wife so exhausted, he was heartbroken.
Otherwise, what did it matter to him whether Ning Xiuyuan lived or died?
It wasn't that he was cold-blooded, it's just that he simply wasn't someone with hot-blooded concerns; he only cared about those he cared about.
"No reason, you should go back and rest early, I will handle this matter." Qiao Qiqi said goodbye to him, then opened the door and got out of the car.
Gu Shili felt suffocated.
He insisted on watching Qiao Qiqi go back before he let the driver drive away.
