Zhenlan looked at Huang Zedong long enough to make the man shift his weight toward the door.
Yuche had already pointed him out as the man who set fire to the jungle outside. That part was finished, they knew who did it. The problem was what would happen next? You couldn't undo a fire like that.
Of course, it didn't help that Huang Zedong had a smirk on his face as he kept watching the windows, and had looked away too late when Yuche pointed at him. He was practically screaming that it was him that set the fire. He wasn't even trying to hide it.
If the others needed a confession before understanding what had happened, that was their problem. Zhenlan did not need one.
The man had destroyed something that was becoming essential to them and then walked into the house behind Jiang Meilan as if the fire outside were an inconvenience instead of an attack.
Unfortunately though, killing him would not repair the damage.
And that was the problem Zhenlan cared about right now.
