Li Qiyu smiled and touched her nose, putting on a wicked face, "Miss Ye might as well recount the whole process of the crime. I really want to know, how did you see that the killer was me?"
Ye Zhilu was drained, receiving an IV drip, and recounted the incident intermittently.
The servant accompanied her on a trip to the mall, and she was changing clothes in the changing room when suddenly she felt weak all over, and a strange scent made her faint.
When she awoke, her eyes and limbs were tied, and her mouth had been stuffed with a cloth.
She heard Li Qiyu's voice clearly, ordering them to throw her into the well.
"At that time I couldn't see anything, I was terrified... but I really heard your voice... I swear to God," Ye Zhilu said through tears, trembling at the memory of being thrown into the well.
Li Qiyu squinted, "Would you swear on your child's life?"
"I would, if I'm lying, may both me and my child die a violent death," Ye Zhilu's eyes were swollen from crying.
