"But hasn't Lin Nian been dead for three years?"
Shen Yi looked at Qin Jiao curiously. Over the past three years, they had sent people to the South to investigate and confirmed that Lu Jiuan and Lin Nian had both died in that accident.
The only issue was that their bodies had been burned beyond recognition. After the authorities learned they were fugitives, they were simply taken to the crematorium.
Still, they were identified based on the clothes and personal effects found with them.
But Qin Jiao always had a gut feeling that Lin Nian wouldn't have died so easily. It was a sixth sense, and she couldn't explain exactly why she felt that way.
Qin Jiao said, "Lin Nian harbored an intense malice toward me. I never thought anyone in this world could possibly hate me more than she did. Anyway, keep an eye on things at your company, and at the newspaper office. I'll look into that Aunt Feng later."
