Yang ruolin suddenly felt a lump in her throat. She, a fake, had finally met the real one. This awkward feeling made her speechless.
When yang ruolin went out, he met another woman who was brought in. The woman was very thin, almost like a bag of bones, with a layer of skin on top of the bones. Her eyes were dull, and only her thin face was terrifying to yang ruolin. It was so terrifying that it made her scalp numb.
That person seemed to be Xia Yixuan.
"May I ask, what punishment did she commit when she went in just now?" Yang ruolin's scalp was still numb. She tried to ask the police officer beside her,
"Her?" The police officer was still expressionless, but he answered yang ruolin's question this time, probably because he was in a good mood.
