"Miss Qiao, you need to come with us to assist in the investigation,"
"Tell me, what's your basis for suspecting me?" Qiao An's stance was the same as Mu Jingxi's; she didn't accept being taken away for questioning or investigation without reason.
Besides insisting on apologizing in person that night, she had not seen Yan Zhenzhen again.
She wanted to know what direct connection she had to Yan Zhenzhen's death.
Lin Shuangshuang's heart ached with grief, "There were self-harm marks on Zhenzhen's body... And until her death, she was clutching a strand of your hair in her tight grip, Miss Qiao!"
Her hair?
Qiao An laughed, what a despicable plot, "Madam, it wouldn't have been difficult to obtain a strand of my hair, would it?"
"Big sister, the case isn't closed yet; I hope you remain calm and watchful."
Mu Jingxi shielded Qiao An behind him, and this small action made her pause for a few seconds.
He believed her?
It had to be said, this little gesture was very warming.
