Jiang Zhiyi slid a bank card in front of Lu Siyu.
"Look into him. He's my fiancé. Anything shady will do, including whether he's ever killed anyone."
Lu Siyu didn't touch the card. She stared at the diamond ring on Jiang Zhiyi's left ring finger. Three carats, a classic six-prong setting, its light reflecting a cold, white gleam.
"You're wearing a three-carat engagement ring while asking me to find out whether your fiancé has a murder on his record. That doesn't quite add up."
Jiang Zhiyi smiled. She took off the ring and tossed it onto the table. The metal struck the wood with a dull thud.
"Because there's a listening device inside it. I've been wearing it for three months."
Lu Siyu leaned
