Qu Qingge was of course seated in the very center, her long legs casually crossed. Though she was merely a beautiful pregnant woman, after being married to Wen Qiyang for so many years, she had imperceptibly developed a cold and indifferent demeanor similar to his, which couldn't help but inspire respect.
She picked up a porcelain cup, took a sip of tea, and then addressed the man on the floor.
"Alright, now you can speak. Repeat exactly what you said by the roadside about last night, the drugs, the photographs, and why Ye Che wants to kill you—every single word."
"However, I warn you, you'd better not try to fool me, or the next second, you won't be able to speak ever again."
A stark, naked threat!
Where did such words come from the mouth of a delicate-looking pregnant woman?
The tall, thin man shivered, his face particularly pale. He swallowed nervously but remained silent.
