Jiang Zhengkai and A-Jiao returned home late in the evening. They weren’t in high spirits; if they accepted A-Jiao’s conjecture, then it meant that the target of the first murder shouldn’t have been A-Mei but rather A-Jiao. Neither conjecture was something for them to rejoice about. 

“Honey, why do you think the murderer wanted to kill me?” As A-Jiao laid in bed, she couldn’t help but still be bothered by this matter. “Could Xiaomei have known the murderer? But she was so young and timid. She couldn’t have!”

“Haha! Stop stressing about it.” Jiang Zhengkai took A-Jiao into his arms. “This is all a guess. Perhaps his initial target was Zhao Renchu, and you and A-Mei are both bystanders. Don’t you remember? Zhao Renchu did not object when his female partner changed.”

“Really?” Squinting, A-Jiao thought about it as she leaned against...