Su Yuncheng looked at Lin Nianhe, noticing her furrowed brows, as if she was weighing something in her mind.
He reached out to her and ruffled her hair: "Justice isn't separate from compassion. I can understand that."
After saying this, he clearly felt Lin Nianhe let out a sigh of relief.
He simply offered her another reassurance: "And what I'm in charge of doesn't involve this kind of thing."
Lin Nianhe pressed her lips together, thinking to herself that it was really for the best; otherwise, he would have to contemplate whether to arrest her or not.
Just as she relaxed, Su Yuncheng suddenly asked: "Are you involved?"
He courteously used a questioning tone.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Cunning fox!
She propped her cheek with one hand, tilting her head as she counter-questioned: "Do I have a reason to be involved?"
"In theory, you don't," Su Yuncheng said, "but often I don't know what you're thinking, so I can't make a judgment."
