Lin Qiong also knew it was excessive to act this way, but seeing Li Yifei's innocent expression ignited an unfounded anger in her heart. If it had truly been about subduing a criminal, it might have been justified, but Li Yifei was not a criminal, so had she not swallowed a great injustice? How could she be in a good mood or temper while looking at Li Yifei?
"Name?" Lin Qiong took out a notebook, her face stern.
Li Yifei slowly moved and sat down on the couch, saying, "Officer Lin, is that tone really necessary? You talk like this, and it makes me feel like you're interrogating a criminal."
"Cut the nonsense and please cooperate with my work."
"Alright, alright, I understand the importance of cooperation between the police and the public. My name is Li Yifei, and I'm twenty-six years old."
"Show me your ID card."
