Without pausing, Yan Zimeng left the film studio with her assistant. After getting into the car, her face darkened: "Has everything been taken care of?"

"Don't worry, Sister Yan." He Feng started the car. "I'm being very careful. Besides, the driver is dead. There's no way to verify anything. His family has no idea about our deal."

Yan Zimeng let out a long sigh: "But why do I feel so uneasy?"

He Feng didn't reply. Two people have already died. How can she feel at ease?

"Where is Han Binglan?" Yan Zimeng suddenly asked again.

"The hospital has apparently blocked the news." He Feng frowned. "I'm not entirely sure yet."

"Then go check it out." Yan Zimeng grabbed a handful of hair in frustration. "I need to know if she's dead or not."

“Okay,” He Feng quickly agreed.

The car quickly entered Qinghua Garden.

"Sister Yan, it's Young Master Yang," He Feng reminded her.

Yan Zimeng looked up and, sure enough, saw Yang Jinxuan standing at the entrance of her villa. She quickly composed herself, took out a mirror to check her face, and then got out of the car: "Brother Jinxuan, what are you doing here? Didn't you say you were going to the capital to discuss a project?"

Yang Jinxuan hurriedly threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him: "I just got back. I called you as soon as I got off the plane, but you didn't answer. The crew said you weren't feeling well and came back, so I came to check on you."

"Come in and talk," Yan Zimeng said, taking out her keys and opening the door. "Actually, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well." Then she took out her phone and glanced at it. "It's dead. I completely forgot to charge it. That Xiao He..."

Yang Jinxuan pulled her over abruptly, gripped her shoulders with both hands, and looked down at her slightly: "Mengmeng, what exactly happened?"

"Brother Jinxuan, what are you asking?" Yan Zimeng stared with wide, innocent eyes. "I don't understand."

"Han Binglan," Yang Jinxuan stared intently at Yan Zimeng, "did you do this?"

"Are you questioning me?" Yan Zimeng's face suddenly darkened, and she shoved the other person away. "What right do you have to question me?"

"Mengmeng." A hint of hurt flashed in Yang Jinxuan's eyes. "You know I would never hurt you. I just want to know the truth."

"Without the truth, what she does has nothing to do with me."

"real?"

"If you don't believe me, then go ahead." Yan Zimeng kicked off her high heels, turned around, and walked upstairs.

Yang Jinxuan frowned slightly, but didn't leave. Instead, he followed her: "Mengmeng, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to doubt you, but... the police have now determined that what happened wasn't an accident, it was murder..."

Yan Zimeng suddenly turned around: "Murder?"

Yang Jinxuan nodded: "I have a classmate who works at the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I just spoke to him on the phone. He said they've found some evidence, and I heard the top official is personally leading the investigation. After all, two people died and three were injured, including a foreign national. It could potentially cause an international conflict..."

Yan Zimeng's expression changed slightly.

"Mengmeng, I think you should trust me..."

"Brother Jinxuan." Yan Zimeng felt a little panicked; she really hadn't expected the consequences to be so serious. "I..."

"Mengmeng, don't worry, I will help you anytime."

Yan Zimeng threw herself into Yang Jinxuan's arms and burst into tears: "Brother Jinxuan, I didn't want to..."