"You do make some sense,"
Ding Se frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "But if we let you go, what will you tell your family when you return? You were out all night last night."
"That's easy, I'll say I was out playing mahjong with friends all night."
Hearing that there was a chance she could be released, Yang Meifeng wasn't about to let the opportunity slip by, "I often play mahjong out, and both my husband and my daughter know that..."
"Heh."
Ding Se scrutinized Yang Meifeng from head to toe, then suddenly snickered and said, "Yang Meifeng, do you think you're the fool, or are you taking others for fools?"
"Look at yourself, do you look like someone who played mahjong all night?"
Indeed, at that moment, Yang Meifeng's hair was disheveled, her eyes puffy, and her whole body ached and felt weak. Anyone could tell that she had been roughed up inside; no one would believe she had spent the night playing mahjong.
