Huo Yao replied mildly the moment she heard what Zhuo Yun said. “He Xiaoman didn’t touch her meds.”
Even though He Xiaoman was a selfish woman, she was not capable of doing this. Huo Yao had already sounded her out the other day.
Huo Yao suddenly pulled her necklace out from under her collar. “Perhaps they were arguing about this piece of jade.”
Min Yu narrowed his eyes as he looked at Huo Yao’s jade pendant. He stepped forward and placed the jade pendant back under her collar. “This is the only thing Old Madam Yang left behind for you, so you have to be careful with it.”
Huo Yao glanced at him. “Didn’t you study it previously? Did you learn anything about it?”
“Nope. It’s just a normal piece of jade.” Min Yu’s face looked completely normal as he answered her.
“I see.” Huo Yao narrowed her eyes before she quickly raised her head and continued. “Perhaps we can find out more through Lu Xia.”
Zhuo Yun asked quizzically. “What about her little brother?”
He thought about the boy he had helped Huo Yao send home. He recalled the young man muttering to himself that Miss Huo was a heartless woman. The guy certainly sounded like he had a vendetta against her.
“He would never have the guts to do it.” Huo Yao shook her head and disagreed.
Lu Ziming was a privileged brat, but he was righteous at heart and was not an entirely lost cause.
She could tell from the way he specially waited for her at the cemetery so that he could pass on Old Madam Yang’s last words to her.
“In that case, I will investigate Lu Xia,” said Zhuo Yun hurriedly.
Before long, he left the room.
Only Huo Yao and Min Yu remained in the hotel room.
Huo Yao walked up to the French windows in a daze. The sky had unknowingly turned dark. It was raining outside and snowing slightly. The rain and snow drizzled down turning the world white.
