392, A smile, like ice.

Shi Yuhuan looked at her, coldly saying, "Song Qinghuan, you have to face reality."

"What do you mean face reality? You don't know anything, so stop spouting nonsense," Song Qinghuan was furious, shaking all over. "This person is not my brother, my brother is not like this, they've made a mistake!"

"All the test results have come out and match perfectly with your brother's information, Song Qinghuan, whether you want to accept it or not, you have to face the truth!" Shi Yuhuan finished, no longer paying her attention, he turned to address the police officers. "Do what needs to be done."

"That's not my brother...," Song Qinghuan wanted to interject, but Shi Yuhuan had already pulled her away.

In the parking lot, Song Qinghuan forcefully broke from Shi Yuhuan's grip and pushed him away, shouting, "Let go of me!"