Ye Fuling looked bewildered, a gust of wind sweeping through the hall. She shivered suddenly, as if just snapping back to reality, and grabbed He Jing's arm: "My dad..."
He Jing looked down, her expression carrying a hint of helplessness, "Uncle has been taken away."
Ye Fuling struggled to get up, "No, no, they must have made a mistake, why arrest my dad? My dad has such a noble identity, how dare they arrest my dad!"
As she cried out, she tried to scramble up and rush outside.
He Jing held her back, "Miss Ye, try to stay calm."
Her eyes were exceptionally composed. When Ye Fuling locked eyes with her, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, and she instantly cooled down.
Looking at the still-fresh bloodstains on the ground, her thoughts were in a haze, "He Jing, my dad stabbed someone, my dad stabbed someone..."
If the Supervisor had died, then Ye Zhenguo's charges would be even more severe!
