“Sister, wait a minute!”

Jiang Xiaoyu waved his hand and ran towards me. Vaguely, I seemed to see another person's shadow. When I first met him, he was just like Jiang Xiaoyu, waving his hand recklessly and laughing heartily. But later, how did things turn out the way they did...

As his psychologist, how did I end up making him into that kind of person?

While I was lost in thought, he had already reached me.

He then skillfully climbed into my car and teased, “Last time Lawyer Sister helped me out, so let me treat you to a meal!”

I thought he was right; as his senior, I’d inevitably have to treat him. However...

“No need, sister will treat you to a meal.”

I had arranged to dine at Xiangyu Western Restaurant with Yuan Ming; bringing Jiang Xiaoyu along wouldn’t be an issue.

By the time we arrived, Yuan Ming was already waiting there. From afar, we could hear his voice, “Doudou, over here.”

“Ah, I thought sister was treating me to a meal alone.”

I glared at him viciously, and he quieted down.

As we got closer, I noticed that Yuan Ming had brought a friend, perhaps afraid his girlfriend would get jealous if she knew we were dining alone. True to his cautious nature, he always made sure not to cause worry.

To avoid awkwardness, Yuan Ming quickly introduced, “This is my colleague, Yu Cong, from the gynecology department.”

“Hello, Zhao Hua. This is Jiang Xiaoyu.”

During the meal, as we chatted, Yuan Ming couldn’t help but ask about the case I was handling, “Did that woman named Leng Fei really kill her husband?”

I placed a piece of steak into my mouth, savoring the black pepper flavor and moderate tenderness, then smiled at him, nodding and shaking my head.

“What does that mean?”

“Based on the current evidence, it’s true that she’s the killer. But I feel something’s off.”

“If the evidence is conclusive, just follow the procedures. No need to overwork yourself.”

Just as I was about to say something, Jiang Xiaoyu interjected urgently, “She wouldn't kill without reason.”

Yuan Ming smiled at him, as if saying that kids just can’t keep their cool, “Doudou is just a lawyer, not a police officer.”

“But I also want to know the truth, to know if I’m really on the side of justice.”

I could clearly sense Jiang Xiaoyu's unusual reaction when I said those words.

His body stiffened, and his expression became grave, as if he’d heard something shocking.

Yuan Ming, however, did not persist in persuading me. Perhaps because of our determined attitudes, a hint of curiosity sparked in his eyes, “Now I really want to see what Leng Fei looks like.”

I rummaged through my bag, remembering that I did have a photo of Xing Zhaoping and Leng Fei taken from a box earlier, thinking it might be useful later.

“Here, this is her.”

I handed over the photo. Without saying a word, Yu Cong also leaned in to look.

They scrutinized the people in the photo. I knew Yuan Ming thought Leng Fei was beautiful, with fair skin and good looks. As for Yu Cong, his brow was furrowed, lost in thought.

Yuan Ming said, “Really beautiful, fair-skinned, and long legs. You know, they do look like a perfect match. What a pity…”

I shot him a glance, “That's all you see?”

I began to put the photo back into my bag.

Yu Cong was absent-mindedly poking his fork into his plate. Suddenly, he threw his fork into the plate with a loud clatter, drawing curious glances from nearby diners. I could only smile politely at them to apologize.

“I remember now. This man came to our hospital once with a pregnant woman. He was only a bit fatter then, but I wouldn’t forget his face.”

“When was that?”

Feeling a bit anxious, I stood up, my clothes scraping against the plate, causing another loud noise that once again attracted attention, but this time I had no time to pay them any mind.

“Four or five months ago, I think.”