The detention center.
Looking at Song Qingwan's haggard face, An Xiaxia raised an eyebrow.
"Haven't you made me miserable enough? An Xiaxia, what more do you want?!" Song Qingwan bellowed.
She had been living in hell for the past few days in the detention center and felt that she had experienced all the hardships there were in life.
An Xiaxia smirked. "Get your facts straight! You wouldn't be here if you hadn't tried to set me up in the first place!"
"But you walked away without a scratch! Why am I locked up here? Why?" Song Qingwan quibbled loudly, bursting into tears.
"Be quiet!" a police officer scolded, which made Song Qingwan behave herself right away.
"Song Qingwan, who put you up to drugging Sheng Yize back then?" An Xiaxia asked. "Or, let me rephrase that: who gave you those drugs?"
The ingredients in those drugs were so unique that ordinary people couldn't just buy them over the counter.
