Xue An shrugged, "I'd be more than happy to!"
With that, Xue An strolled forward, his tone indifferent, "What do you need me to do?"
Ren Ning took a deep breath, raised her hand, and pointed at Ren Butong in front of her.
"I'm going to ask him a few questions next, but one thing's certain: he will never tell the truth, so I need you to use your skills to discern the truthfulness of his words!"
Upon hearing these words, Ren Butong's face first turned pale, then a hint of luck flashed in his eyes.
This young man, no matter how powerful, if I stubbornly refuse to speak, what can he do to me?
Thinking of this, Ren Butong forced a smile, "Sir, what I said just now is indeed true, you see…"
Xue An didn't bother to argue with him at all and nodded directly in agreement, "Okay! Let's begin."
Ren Ning asked bluntly.
"Was my mother's death because of you?"
Ren Butong sneered inwardly, but his face was full of bitterness and helplessness, "No… ahhh!"
