"Why?"
"Because I want to help you," Dan Hanjie said, his words falling like cold hard ice cubes.
His narrowed gaze took pleasure in Meng Ziqi's shock.
"...What...what are you saying?" Meng Ziqi couldn't believe her ears. She pinched her thigh, taking a moment before looking up at him.
Dan Hanjie lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke into her face, causing Meng Ziqi to cough violently while not daring to dodge.
She waited patiently for him to speak.
"Go explain to the police yourself. What really happened, and how Qin Youxuan should be acquitted. I just want to hear that she is freed." The ember at the tip of his cigarette was flickering, illuminating Dan Hanjie's ruthless face like blood-lust and indifference.
He gently patted Meng Ziqi's desperate face, "Don't worry, hear me out."
