Holding the cake in her hand, she paused in midair. A Miao looked at Ling Lang incredulously. "What did you say??"

"Why don't you suspect that she did it herself?" Ling Lang clearly repeated. "She has the motive, doesn't she?"

A Miao put the cake onto a small dish. "I hadn't considered her."

"Then consider her now." Ling Lang took a sip of milk tea, generally thinking it was too sweet. "If she wants to try and be with Shen Xinglan, you are her ...