"Are you saying... that fall from the horse might not have been an accident?"
Xu Ying's voice unconsciously lowered, her fingers lightly tapping the table.
The butterfly pastries Jiang Mo brought emitted a sweet aroma, but she had no appetite to taste them now.
Jiang Mo's gaze drifted to the desert outside the window.
"The young lady from the prop team mentioned that Zhang Chenyi went to the stables early that morning, and he kept looking around. She had lost a bracelet at the stables the previous night and went looking for it early in the morning before the crew started filming."
"But a few days later, she left the crew midway for personal reasons."
Jiang Mo let out a bitter laugh, "The crew was in a rush to stay on schedule. No one wanted to waste time over an 'accident.'"
"That political intrigue drama, Zhang Chenyi's uncle also invested in it."
