The fox looked indifferent.
"I told you, I don't know."
The matter was of great importance, if that person knew it was she who betrayed him, she would be dead for sure.
Phoebe's pink eyes narrowed slightly, lifting her chin slightly.
The assistant understood, stepped forward, grabbed the fox's arm, and dragged her out of the reception hall.
Fifteen blinked suspiciously.
Is the interrogation over like this?!
At this moment, footsteps were heard from outside again, Fifteen turned his face, and his eyes widened instantly.
The fox was brought back again, but this time, she was dragged back.
Compared to just now, the fox could only be described as miserable, her face was bruised and swollen, blood was flowing from the corners of her lips and nose, it was clear she had just been beaten.
Phoebe leaned back in the chair, watching the fox covered in scars, her expression still calm as ever.
"Who made you do it?"
The fox sneered with blood, "I don't know."
