"Sheng Zhenguo was pushed down by Song Weiyi, his head hitting the threshold, dying on the spot; everyone saw it. Now Song Weiyi has been arrested by the police as a criminal suspect, if you don't believe it, go see for yourself at the police station," Fu Qishan said, standing up with her chin held high and a cold smirk on her face as she spoke to Pei Yibai.
The anxiety and worry on his face were like needles in Fu Qishan's eyes.
Why does Song Weiyi have such good luck to have Pei Yibai, a major empire's young master, wrapped around her finger?
Luckily, as of today, Song Weiyi's fate will end here.
"A criminal suspect?" Pei Yibai repeated these words, his gaze turned icy cold as he looked towards them.
His eyes were like blades, as if he intended to dismember them.
Fu Qishan, naturally frightened, swallowed hard but quickly regained her composure.
"Naturally."
