"You went to Lin Siyuan's house?"
"Yeah."
"How was it?"
Liang Jiajia was a bit curious; she wanted to know whether Lin Siyuan had really been wronged.
"The old man's very guarded. From my eye for people, it should be true, but there's no evidence yet, so it's hard to draw a conclusion."
Song Guanchao didn't speak too definitively, nor did he immediately go find someone to overturn the case.
If the truth turned out not to be like that, he'd be ruining things with good intentions.
As they were talking, his phone rang. An unfamiliar number was calling.
New Year's, and at this hour—Song Guanchao guessed it might be Lin Siyuan.
He shushed Jiajia, then picked up.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Are you Song Guanchao?" It was a young man's voice, with a hint of nervousness.
"I am." Hearing the voice, he was seventy to eighty percent sure already, so he simply asked, "Are you Lin Siyuan?"
Liang Jiajia immediately shot him a curious, astonished look.
Lin Siyuan's call?
