The police turned around and saw Jiang Weiwei's expression was sinister and vindictive.
Like a venomous snake coiled around a person, hissing and ready to strike at any moment.
"Do you wish for Lady Suchen to die?" the police asked.
But Jiang Weiwei quickly realized something and hurriedly fixed her facial expression.
Her gaze shifted, biting her lip, her eyes suddenly damp like a small deer's, looking aggrieved yet innocent.
"How could that be? I really like Aunt Suchen. When my mom used to beat me, it was Aunt Suchen who took me in. In my heart, Aunt Suchen is as important as my own mother. How could I possibly wish for her to die?"
Her tears flowed unrestrainedly, non-stop.
She even confused the police, making him think that her previous sinister expression was just his imagination.
"There's no need to be so sad, although Lady Suchen has become vegetative, with today's advanced medical technology and her rich husband, a miracle can still be expected."
