Jian Tao was caught in a struggle of pain and confusion; after hearing Yu Weidong's investigation results, she was at a loss for words and clueless about what to do, feeling somewhat stunned.
Although there was no conclusive evidence, all unfavorable evidence clearly pointed to Ye Fan, an unchanging fact.
Ye Fan, to her, was like a towering mountain, an unshakable presence. How could she talk of revenge?
Even if Ye Fan was truly the mastermind behind the scenes, or closely connected to them, revenge was impossible.
This matter was too significant, Jian Tao considered herself incapable of resolving it.
"Indeed, if it was really Ye Fan's group that did it, how could there be any conclusive evidence left behind?" Jian Tao lamented with a bitter smile.
