Zhou Yi rubbed his brow, as if Qiqi's question had hit on his biggest headache. He told them about the black-clad man's madness and the stalled investigation, then asked Qiqi if she had any enemies.
Qiqi shook her head blankly—she was just an ordinary college student, studying hard every day to improve herself. Who could she have made enemies with? After thinking it over, the only people she had conflicts with were Director Liu from the demolition office and Zhou Zhibi. But Zhou Zhibi, though a bit dim-witted, probably wasn't vicious enough for this. As for Director Liu, he was the kind of corrupt official who always knew how to play it safe; demolition was just part of his job. Why would he hire a killer over it?
Clearly, neither of them could be the mastermind behind this. The key point was that woman—the woman in the photo.
The black-clad man wanted to kill her because of that woman.
She hesitated, debating whether to show the photo to Zhou Yi and Senior Brother Lu.
But while her senior brother was trustworthy, with Zhou Yi present, maybe she should hold off on the photo for now?
The room fell into silence.
Then Rong Yi spoke, his tone accusatory: "Mr. Zhou, your sister harmed our Qiqi. Why hasn't she come to apologize in person? This shows a complete lack of sincerity, doesn't it?"
Zhou Yi said apologetically, "My sister is willful and spoiled, and she committed this wrong. I've reported it to the family elders. She's being sent to the U.S. for strict punishment under family law and can't come for now. Please forgive us."
Rong Yi's voice turned cold: "Just an apology is enough? Those black-clad men were your Zhou family's servants. Your family's lax control led to subordinates rebelling and attempting murder. Shouldn't the Zhou family take full responsibility? Besides, your claim that the black-clad man went mad is just your word. Why should we believe it?"
His words were sharp, and a flicker of light passed through Zhou Yi's eyes, but he held himself back: "That bodyguard has been transferred to St. Mary's Psychiatric Hospital, where experts will assess his mental state. Besides, Brother Lu is an expert in this field. If you don't trust me, you can ask him—Miss Gu trusts Senior Brother Lu a lot, doesn't she?"
The last sentence carried a hint of innuendo, clearly showing Zhou Yi had always believed Qiqi and Lu Wei had an unusual relationship.
Rong Yi flared up, standing abruptly and stepping closer: "I won't trust anyone!"
At that moment, he was closer to Lu Wei, who immediately felt the yin-yang instrument in his pocket tremble slightly. Pretending to check his watch, he opened it and saw the needle pointing unmistakably to the demon grid!
Though the needle was still unstable, swaying back and forth, it was much more pronounced than before!
The demon realm! Could Rong Yi really not be human?
Startled, Lu Wei quickly closed the pocket watch.
Seeing the two men on the verge of a clash, he hurriedly called for the butler: "Uncle Long, brew a fresh pot of tea! Use this year's first-pick Mingqian Yulu tea!"
Uncle Long swiftly brought the tea, and Lu Wei personally poured and served, easing the tension.
Qiqi took a cup from Lu Wei and handed it to Rong Yi: "Cousin, don't be angry. Have some tea, and let's talk slowly."
Rong Yi reluctantly suppressed his anger and gulped down the tea.
Everyone drank tea, calming down.
Lu Wei casually picked up the remote and turned on the air conditioner, saying, "It's so stuffy. Summer came too early this year!"
But he switched on the heating system. As the air conditioner ran, hot air blew steadily, and the living room temperature rose imperceptibly.
Zhou Yi wiped his sweat: "It's so hot!"