No More Fighting Against Fate

Lian City.

"Miss Qiao, please be honest. Who exactly is the person who died for you?"

In the dim interrogation room, only a light was lit up above them. The pale white light shone on Qiao Mei's face, that beautiful face was shockingly plain.

"Do you have any cigarettes?"

Qiao Mei slowly raised her eyelids, her delicate eyebrows raised as she asked.

"Answer my question first."

Lin Hua's expression darkened. This woman had already wasted too much of his time, he was starting to get impatient.

"Puff …" Suddenly, clear sounds of ridicule could be heard in the quiet air. Qiao Mei suddenly leaned forward, curled her lips, and laughed unrestrainedly, "I will be out in an hour. Officer Lin, thank you for taking care of me these two days."

Hearing that, Lin Hua facepalmed, and suddenly remembered.