In the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the sunset was slowly engulfed by darkness.
Lu Lingche and Lu Mingzhen walked out of the police station, both wearing grim expressions.
Despite a whole afternoon of questioning, no matter how the police probed or how Lu Mingzhen provoked her, she maintained her calm. Occasionally, a hint of mockery would glint in her eyes, as if laughing at their futile efforts, but even that hint was swiftly concealed by her.
Remembering the way the woman looked at Lu Mingzhen, Lu Lingche frowned and said, "I suggest you go home and think hard about who this woman is. You couldn't possibly not recognize her. Everything about her is fabricated, her identity, name, age, but there's one thing that can't be faked, and that's her hatred for you."
With a cold tone, Lu Mingzhen replied, "No matter how she fabricates her identity, I will uncover her true one!"
