"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei pressed 110 on her phone, her voice neither loud nor soft, was exceptionally clear in the nearly empty corridor, "I want to make a police report, someone instigated others to harm someone..."
The expressions of the three people in the corridor all changed.
No sooner had Cheng Zhiwei finished speaking than a shadow fell over her, entirely enveloping her. Zhou Lin's voice was tense, "Why did you come?"
His gaze swept over her dirtied clothes, his expression complex. He certainly knew that this was the result of her chase after his car and fall not long ago.
Cheng Zhiwei looked up, questioning word by word, "Zhou Lin, the answer you said you would give me tomorrow morning, were you planning to let Gao Wei take the fall for the real perpetrator?"
Her finger pointed straight at He Lanzhi, her eyes dead with despair and disappointment, but it was that very despair and disappointment that also held a startling blaze.
