"Exactly!" Bai Ye laughed, "And Mayor Song Ziyu is ten years older than me. I didn't tell you, my math was taught by a PE teacher!"
"Go away!" Su Tianqing snorted, then his expression became serious, "Bai Ye, what do you think, could the death of this village girl be a case where a teenage boy, unsuccessful in love, accidentally killed her and buried her on the spot, burying his toy with her out of guilt?"
"She has a name, please Mr. Su, you're really calling her a village girl..." Bai Ye was speechless, "But, your theory still holds up, however, who is that boy? After ten years, he's grown up, who knows where he is? By the way, Mr. Su, how come you have such sharp instincts for cases?"
"If one day I can't make it in the business world anymore, I'll just become a police officer." Su Tianqing was still a bit proud, of course, he knew in his heart, he was doing it for Song Ziyu—or maybe helping someone you love is about putting it into action.
