"Xinian, what are you talking about? I felt uncomfortable last night, so I went to bed early," said Duan Qingqing, somewhat restless. Although she tried to hide it well, how could she escape Meng Xinian's gaze?
"Are you not speaking?" Meng Xinian sneered, "Let me tell you directly, Xu Yiqiu has been arrested. Though the interrogation and investigation are still ongoing, now that we're alone, I can firmly tell you that smuggling, treason, and other charges—you may not understand, but she can't escape these accusations."
"What?"
"Xu Yiqiu? That female painter?"
Meng Chaojun and Old Meng also cried out in shock.
"But, how could Duan Qingqing be involved with her?"
Duan Qingqing's heart exploded with a boom.
Xu Yiqiu has been arrested? Arrested?
And for such serious crimes?