Qin Feimo sat down, his posture elegant and relaxed, with long fingers reaching for that stack of documents, which he then picked up and opened for review.
The assistant stood by, observing him attentively as he carefully browsed through the information, his brow slightly furrowed.
"President Qin, when Miss Qianqian passed away, her sister, Miss Ma, also entered the Xinyue Villa community that day, seemingly to seek refuge with Miss Qianqian."
As the assistant spoke, Qin Feimo paused slightly in his page-turning motion, raising his eyes to glance at the assistant, "Are you sure?"
"There are photos attached. The surveillance at the entrance of the community captured Miss Ma entering the community on that day. The date displayed shows it was ten minutes before Miss Qianqian's car accident."
Upon hearing this, a flash of shock passed through the depths of Qin Feimo's dark eyes. An impossibility suddenly seemed possible in his heart.
