He Xizhou bent over and picked up the pale pink little garment, slipping it directly into his trouser pocket.
His movements were smooth and unhurried, giving no cause for criticism.
He Manzi's eyes were fixed on his pocket, somewhat unwilling as she wanted to take out the item in there.
"What is that?"
He Manzi glared at Shen Wanxing with seething anger, "Is it yours?"
"My what?"
Shen Wanxing observed He Xizhou's subtle action, a faint smile lingering on her lips. He Manzi directed her accusation toward her.
"I want to ask you if you tampered with that Porsche? You hate me so much, it's very likely you conspired with Shen Mingyue to harm me, didn't you? Look at your ferocious face, do you want to kill me? Don't tell me you don't want to harm me, I think this is all related to you."
Shen Wanxing interrogated her sentence after sentence.
"I didn't! I didn't commit murder!"
"You did."
