I Only Sell Murder Houses

The next day, we went to the shop.

We called Seventh Master over too.

Before, when Anning and I had gone to deal with Liu Jing’s case on our own, we’d mainly wanted to train ourselves and avoid troubling Seventh Master as much as possible.

But if we couldn’t even handle Liu Jing, there was no need to talk about Ding Ruoning and Sun Jiayu.

Yesterday, Seventh Master had even been there in person, and Song Xiaotian and I had still nearly kicked the bucket.

So this time, we probably had to let Seventh Master be involved from start to finish. We had to follow his instructions.

In the office, we showed Seventh Master the materials, then explained the specifics to him.

After reading through them, Seventh Master shook his head and sighed.

Whether it was Sun Jiayu’s death or Ding Ruoning’s, they had both been horribly unjust.