Her throat tightened, and she pretended to be calm. At this moment, she hadn't figured out how to explain her situation to Fu Hanzhou, so she continued to speak with a stiff upper lip.
“…I guessed.”
"You're very good at predicting the future!"
Qin Ying looked up suddenly, but met Fu Hanzhou's eyes without a smile.
She suddenly felt inexplicably nervous, not knowing why Fu Hanzhou was so obsessed with this matter. She lowered her eyes and said calmly:
"Of course not. When I was at home, Zhao Shunxi would harass me every time he came to our house. I was... worried that he would do that."
Fu Hanzhou suddenly pinched her chin and forced her to look at him:
"So you guessed their intention, and guessed it correctly?"
Qin Ying was shocked by Fu Hanzhou's sudden action, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
The eagerness I had just felt to see him at the Public Security Bureau was instantly extinguished by his suspicion.
Fu Hanzhou didn't seem surprised at all that Gu Ping'an had committed so many crimes. He didn't even ask about the details, but kept harping on the matter of Zhao Shunxi.
He looked at me with a strange look in his eyes and asked hesitantly:
"You... don't seem surprised by Sun Hongmei's case?"
"I...should have thought of it earlier!"
Fu Hanzhou averted his eyes and adjusted the IV tube. His slender fingers turned bluish white from the force.
He suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife:
"There will be a final report on her case, but I'm worried... you're running around to the school, the store, the hospital, and the publishing house every day. Why don't you just..."
Fu Hanzhou's eyes held a look of scrutiny and oppression, but his words were spoken with a nonchalant tone:
"Quit your job at the publishing house, quit your shop, you're making so much money... what are you going to do?"
Qin Ying looked at him suddenly, her breathing stagnated. Why did they talk about this issue?
Why does Fu Hanzhou still care about this?
Worried she's too tired?
"Opening a shop is just a response to national policy. The publishing house has never had a replacement. I'm fine, don't worry, I can handle it."
He looked at her indifferent expression, his sharp eyes seemed to see through her, and suddenly he chuckled, his tone suddenly turning cold:
"The country encourages individual businesses, but there's no need to work so hard. Can you ever earn enough money? Are you in such a hurry to make so much money? Do you think I can't support you? Or... do you have another purpose?"
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