As the police car drove away, those fans were still chasing after it, cursing and even couldn't help throwing things.
Inside the villa.
The live broadcast screen was turned off, and the living room suddenly darkened, leaving only the faint wall lights.
Luo Qiangwei still stood in the same posture, her gaze fixed on the path where Luo Hongying was escorted away by the police, with a slight trance in her expression.
Mo Shiche approached from behind and placed his large hand on her slim shoulder, his voice low and husky, "You just told Luo Hongying that it was precisely because she thought so that she could kill your son without any guilt, and then kill you. What did that mean?"
Where did she get a son from? They didn't have any children yet.
Luo Qiangwei shuddered slightly, her head lowered, her voice almost inaudible, "It meant nothing... I was just assuming... talking nonsense."
"Luo Qiangwei."
