An Xuan was seething with anger when An Lan reached out to gently pat his arm and shook her head at him.
"She's not in her right mind now, and besides, she won't so simply divulge who the murderer of our mother is."
An Lan's gentle voice helped An Xuan suppress the irritation in his heart. He looked down, defeated, stepped back, and handed the communicator over to An Lan, while Zhou Huimin behind the glass at that moment revealed an exaggerated smile as if provoking them.
She sat unfazed across from Zhou Huimin.
"Zhou Huimin, you don't know who killed my mother."
An Lan's tone was firm. Zhou Huimin paused, then burst into loud laughter, "An Lan, you want to use reverse psychology to make me talk.? It's useless, unless you break me out, I won't tell you anything."
