"Miss Jing! Do you know whose car this is?"
"..." Jing Yiren shook her head with a somewhat vague expression.
"The license plate of the car you just reported belongs to your husband, Young Master Lu."
Upon hearing this, Jing Yiren's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she stared at Lu Ming in shock.
Lu Ming, on the other hand, seemed completely calm and relaxed, lazily leaning back in his chair, legs crossed and arms folded.
While the Captain of the Guards questioned her, the Guard Secretary next to him took notes and recorded everything Jing Yiren had just said.
"Miss Jing, some people suspect that you are not the real Miss Jing, that you are a part of a group of murderers, a matter that concerns national security. Therefore, we need you to provide a blood sample for a DNA test!"
"Why should I have to prove who I am to others?" Jing Yiren retorted angrily. This kind of proof was absurd, especially having to prove it to Li Tong.
