At the same time, in the President's office at Han Palace, Mu Jingxi stood up in anger.
His sharp features turned dark, veins bulged at his temples, and his voice was suppressed but restrained. "Uncle suspects Qiao An too?"
Zhou Mutian sat upright behind his desk, his gaze calm and emotionless, as if he were stating a fact. "Qiao An has motives, and she is a suspect."
"I've already said, the call she made to A Country was authorized by me. The phone was given by me. She was just homesick, nothing more, not—"
His words were cut off by Zhou Mutian. "Did you personally hear the content of her call?"
That one understated sentence completely silenced Mu Jingxi.
His thin lips pressed tightly together. No, he hadn't heard it firsthand, but he believed Qiao An wouldn't leak confidential information!
She had no reason to do so!
"Jingxi, don't forget your identity and duties." Zhou Mutian massaged his temples with one hand. "Do you still remember what your mission is?"
