Deer Hearing the Flute

At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him.
When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty.
Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness.
"Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.

Obsessed with My Puppy Boy

But the problem was that there was just one last lozenge in that box, and all the packaging had been thrown away, plus the candy had been eaten. There was simply no evidence left to be collected for the investigation.


Jiang Siyan asked, "Where did you get that throat lozenge from?"


Jiang Jiu typed, "It was just on my desk."


Jiang Jiu wasn't so sure at this point, she often had to run around covering news and recording programs, so sometimes she needed to have some lozenges to make herself feel better.


"It's the brand I usually eat, but now I'm not sure if someone intentionally left it there," she typed.


Seeing Jiang Jiu's distressed look, Jiang Siyan said, "In the TV station, is there anyone you trust?"


Jiang Jiu thought for a moment and typed, "Yes, there is."


"Get someone to help check the surveillance footage, maybe you'll find some clues."


Hearing Jiang Siyan say this, Jiang Jiu let out a deep sigh of relief.


Chapter 323: I didn't see anything, you continue