"Huh?" Vicdor Blake didn't expect that the woman would dare to ask her now.

Snow Cecy turned pale and said in a low voice, "I hope you can trust me, at least when I check the truth, don't hinder me."

"Am I blocking you?" Vicdor Blake suddenly felt a little innocent: "I at least..."

"You restrict my freedom is to hinder me, and now that Aunt Zhang is dead, I feel that the clues are interrupted. Aunt Zhang's death must not be so simple. Vicdor Blake, think about it. She just called me for help. I rushed to her and she changed her attitude. Is it really beyond doubt?"

Snow...