Qian Huan hung up the phone, lying awake against the pillow, his eyes slightly squinting into slits.
"Chang Wei is missing too?!!" Qian Huan murmured to himself, "He's gone to look for his nephew, Cang Qingsen."
Qian Huan glanced down at his phone, realizing the intention behind Ma Xuan's late-night call was both a report and a test of his attitude.
"Even Ma Xuan suspects that I did it, then Zhou Hu would probably insist that I did it, right?"
Qian Huan let out a cold laugh. He knew full well it wasn't his doing, but he didn't mind shouldering this blame for the time being; after all, the other party wouldn't be able to find conclusive evidence to pin it on him, so he might as well let them maintain this beautiful misunderstanding.
Qian Huan was an outsider in the Second Prison, without his own team, making it difficult to establish authority through normal means.
He could only find another way, using some unconventional "terrifying" methods.
