Ning Xia's eyes, black as coal, brimmed with thick murderous intent, and the voice that came out was bone-chillingly cold, each word transforming into a blade ruthlessly stabbing at him.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Detective J was dumbfounded, seemingly failing to understand how Ning Xia had suddenly changed into a completely different person.
"Not talking, are you?"
With a cold snort from Ning Xia, her hand slightly intensified in strength, wrenching Detective J's hand into an extremely strange position behind his back, making him break into a cold sweat from the pain and cry out in agony.
"It hurts... Let go... Let go!" Detective J tried to struggle, but every move of his hand felt as though it would snap, so he dared not move rashly again.
Yet, he still stubbornly persisted, pretending to know nothing, and said bewilderedly, "Miss Ning, what on earth are you talking about? What deception? Didn't I take you to find the child today? I did not deceive you!"
