Chapter 1310

After a pause, he asked the youth.

"What is your relationship with the Sun-Moon City Lord?"

The cold-faced youth's mouth inexplicably curled into a smile, which was also cold.

"He is my father."

"Ah." Shui Linglong covered her small mouth and exclaimed.

Chen Ang's brows twitched imperceptibly, and he smiled faintly.

"So it is the young master of the City Lord's Mansion; I don't know what business brings you to our small courtyard?"

"Investigating a matter." Zuo Ke answered coldly.

"Is it investigating the White Fox Clan member who died today?"

Shui Linglong blinked and asked curiously.

Zuo Ke nodded coldly.

"Exactly."

"Do you suspect us?" Shui Linglong asked.

Zuo Ke shook his head forcefully.

"Routine business, starting the investigation with you."

"Now I will ask you questions, you just answer them."

After the youth finished speaking, he first asked Shui Linglong questions.

Every question was concise and to the point.

Shui Linglong answered fluently.

Zuo Ke did not find the slightest flaw in her words, and then he asked Chen Ang.

Chen Ang's answers were not as cautious as Shui Linglong's, nor as rigorous.

They could be described as full of loopholes.

Shui Linglong heard Chen Ang's words from the side, and her eyebrows almost flew off her face.

Chen Ang was clearly a smart person; he could have been completely flawless, but he deliberately didn't do so, seemingly wanting Zuo Ke to find flaws, deliberately wanting to be drawn into this event.

However, something even more unexpected to Shui Linglong happened.

After Zuo Ke finished listening to Chen Ang's answers, he did not raise any questions.

It was as if he hadn't seen the flaws Chen Ang had deliberately left behind; he kept a cold face, didn't say a word, and left silently.

The courtyard was terrifyingly quiet.

Shui Linglong stared at Chen Ang and asked coldly: "Is there something wrong with your brain? Why did you say those things?"

"What I said was the truth." Chen Ang's expression was serious, and his voice carried a hint of coldness.

Both of them were learning the expressions and emotions Zuo Ke had just shown.

A moment later, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"That guy is really cold; he must be very good at killing." Shui Linglong evaluated Zuo Ke.

Chen Ang shook his head and remained silent.

At noon.

Chen Ang's food still hadn't improved; it was thin and watery, failing to arouse anyone's appetite.

Shui Linglong curled her lip, complained about Chen Ang a few more times, and carried the food away, preparing to throw it out and go buy something to eat outside later.

Arriving at the kitchen, after pouring the food into a bucket, Shui Linglong walked back with the tray.

Just as she walked out of the kitchen, a black cat with blue eyes darted into the kitchen.

Shui Linglong didn't pay much attention, just glanced at it casually, thinking the little cat was quite cute.

After walking a few more steps, a cat's cry suddenly came from behind.

Shui Linglong turned around and walked quickly toward the kitchen.

Just as she reached the kitchen, she saw a black shadow dart out from the door.

Steadying herself, Shui Linglong saw the small figure rolling on the ground; it turned out to be the cat from before.

The cat's mouth was bleeding, its sharp claws were scratching wildly on the ground, emitting bursts of painful and miserable cries.

A moment later, the cat's body went rigid, and it stopped breathing.

Looking at the few vegetable leaves stuck to the cat's claws, Shui Linglong's expression changed abruptly.