Li Tingchen said nothing. His mere presence, his face a grim mask, was enough to radiate an overwhelming coldness that rolled off him in waves, crashing over Su Qingyu. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Believe me, I wish you had nothing to do with this. But you went to the cemetery that day. You stayed there for a full three hours. You’re going to tell me what you were doing.” Su Qingyu found it utterly