Chen Lin shrugged. "It's just a thought."
Zhao Ke looked between them, his mind racing.
Sun Wei exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You two are making a mistake."
Zhao Ke narrowed his eyes. "Oh? Then who is it?"
Sun Wei looked directly at him. "Maybe it's you."
Zhao Ke let out an incredulous laugh. "ME? Are you kidding? I was the one who said we should think about it in the first place!"
Sun Wei took a step forward.
His voice remained calm, measured. "Exactly. You started pointing fingers first, didn't you? You turned on Chen Lin in an instant, like you were trying to steer the conversation before anyone had a chance to suspect you."
Zhao Ke's jaw tightened. "That's not—"
Sun Wei continued. "You panicked. Overacted. Flung accusations everywhere."
He tilted his head slightly. "It was theatrical."
Zhao Ke scowled. "Oh, come on—"
Sun Wei turned to Chen Lin. "You see it, don't you? He's the one acting out. He's the one making a scene."
