"Why?"
Comrade adjusted his glasses and looked at Bai Da calmly. His inquiry was very bureaucratic.
But for some reason, Bai Da felt a chill on his back, a twinge of pain, and he couldn't help but shift slightly.
"I'm sorry, my back hurts because of an injury."
It wasn't due to a guilty conscience.
But whether it was or not, only Bai Da knew.
"It's okay, just tell us." The tone remained calm, devoid of any emotion.
It seemed as though they were just asking as a formality, with no intention of probing further—but Bai Da still couldn't let his guard down.
If he hadn't always been cautious, he wouldn't have made it to this day; discussing Xixi's matter was naturally out of the question.
Let alone admitting to placing a pin. Moreover, with the previous matters that had caused quite a stir in the village, if he didn't offer some explanation, they probably wouldn't let him off.
He feared nothing but Xiuxiu leaving him.
