Glancing in the direction of Ke Qing.
Bo Qingyu lightly tapped his fingertips on the armrest.
"Where is Fu Chi?" He asked thoughtfully.
Xun Huai hesitated a bit: "Not too sure."
These past two days, there was no trace of Fu Chi, and it was unclear what that man was up to. Today was the day of Jiang Ruan's trial, so why was there no sign of him?
"He must be planning something."
Bo Qingyu casually leaned back into his chair, sweeping his gaze over the gallery.
Jiang Fei hadn't arrived yet.
*
Outside the door.
A police car pulled up.
The media rushed forward all at once.
The noise was incessant.
Jiang Ruan got out of the car with the police.
The cameras were almost shoved into her face.
But she didn't avoid them. Instead, she faced them head-on, her lips seeming to curl slightly.
The inherent arrogance spreading from her struck a blow to everyone's heart.
"Make way! Make way!"
The police frowned as they cleared the crowded crowd.
