Fake death?
As she uttered the word, the complex emotions brewing in Mo Chou's heart were also constrained.
Indeed, with the deep and cunning mind of Mr. Zhao, would he die so easily?
"I don't know." Xu Zhenguan paused and gave an unexpected answer.
Yes, she was uncertain.
Even though reason told her that the possibility of fake death existed, it was ultimately just speculation. A thousand miles away, who could know the exact situation?
Perhaps it truly was that there was no chance to deliver a message or was obstructed by Zhuang Xiaocheng's methods, too many possibilities.
"Suppose... let's assume Mr. Zhao truly faked his death, why would he do such a thing? Unless it was to hide his whereabouts...
When he left, he didn't hide, indicating that he wasn't afraid of assassination attempts along the way, but there was a reason he had to hide."
