"Ye Xiaofei, how could you have killed someone?"
Lu Shuang set down his pistol, heaving a sigh. Before, Ye Xiaofei always managed things with great care, but this time he truly put Lu as a director in a tough spot.
"Killed someone? When did I ever kill anyone?"
Ye Xiaofei was stunned, not expecting Lu Shuang to also think he had killed someone. I'm dizzy, am I that kind of person? Even if I had killed someone, I would have fled, wouldn't I? I'm not a fool.
"Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes. Hundreds of pairs of eyes at the Noble Color Bar saw you kill someone. You now have the right to remain silent..."
As Lu Shuang looked at Ye Xiaofei, who had killed a man yet denied it, his heart filled with both anger and annoyance. Seeing the latter poking at his ear and not finishing a sentence, he raised his pistol again and said, "Put your hands up."
"Relax, relax."
