After leaving the restaurant, Thirteen couldn't help but ask, "Miss, are you really giving him half a month to find the killer? He's a smooth talker, not an honest man."
"Rather than giving him half a month, it's more like we're giving ourselves half a month. We just got back to Huaxia, and the police are watching us. Our foundation isn't stable yet, so it's not a good time for a head-on clash. Just give me some time to get a foothold, and then we can settle the score with him slowly."
"But if he really didn't kill him—I mean, what if he's innocent? Are you really going to let him off?" Thirteen asked, unconvinced.
"Let him off? How would I establish myself in the country if I did that? People would surely whisper behind my back that I didn't even fight back when someone walked all over me. Do you think I could still make a name for myself here?" He Mengji said icily.
"Then why did you act that way toward him just now?" Thirteen asked, puzzled.