Chapter 302: The Layout

"What do you know?" Fang Mo asked puzzled.

Pei Liyan remained fixated on the screen, his eyes flashing sharp and cold.

He really felt so wronged.

The silhouette—if you only looked at the silhouette—it absolutely resembled someone.

Those hands, identical.

And certain expressions in bed, even the uncontrollable screams she uttered at moments, all felt simultaneously familiar and strange.

Thus, a bold assumption began forming in his mind: Qiao Rui… Ruirui… they were probably the same person.

He had never been as certain as he was now.

"I have some ideas, but I need conclusive evidence," Pei Liyan said, knowing the thought might seem absurd to outsiders.

Therefore, he couldn't talk about it yet—he needed clarity first.

Fang Mo and Lu Heming exchanged glances without saying a word.