It seemed like Li Huai had anticipated that Fu Xuewei would interrogate him about Qi Miaohan, so he didn't show any signs of surprise.
"It appears you and Fu Xuewei share a close bond, since you even know about this sort of matter." Li Huai nonchalantly dismissed any further explanation, preparing to open the door and leave.
But as his hand reached for the doorknob, Fu Xuewei stepped forward, blocking the exit with her body. "Li Huai, you haven't answered my question. Tell me, did you kill Qi Miaohan's brother?"
"What do you think?"
"Cough, cough!" Choked by the smoke, Fu Xuewei coughed a few times. As a first-time smoker, she tossed the remainder of the cigarette into the toilet bowl. Suddenly, she grinned playfully at Li Huai as she usually did. "I don't know for sure, but I believe you're not a murderer. That's enough for me."
