"Qiao Jiuyin?" Wei Shuyi suddenly shouted.
The words stunned Qiao Jiusheng. She then realized that Wei Shuyi was asking for her name.
When he did not hear Qiao Jiusheng's reply, Wei Shuyi asked again, "Is your name Qiao Jiuyin? The eldest daughter of the Qiao family in Yang City and the elder sister of Qiao Jiusheng, whose photo is in that magazine?"
Qiao Jiusheng's lips moved as she asked, "What do you think?"
Wei Shuyi frowned. His gaze turned a little strange under his glasses. "What I think is not important. The strange thing is that you're still alive, so why would the police think that you're dead? Then whose corpse did they find?"
"Anyway, it's not me. Perhaps, it's a scapegoat?" Qiao Jiusheng mocked herself and even smiled.
Wei Shuyi stared at her mocking smile, but he was not in the mood to fake a smile with her.
