Conan: The Strongest Suspect

“Mr. Kusamamura, you…”

On the sofa of Concubine Yingli’s house, she opened her mouth to say something.

“What’s wrong?”

Since her return, Concubine Yingli seems to have changed a bit.

This made Chen Yang always feel a little strange.

What is strange, I can’t say.

“Nothing, thank you today.”

Concubine Yingli sighed quietly and swallowed the words back.

Chen Yang nodded, and turned around a little inexplicably to return to his room.

He also had to buy a new lamp to install it, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to have no light at night.