If accidentally offended or bumped into, one wouldn't even need a trial but would be imprisoned directly.
Fu Rong rarely agreed to a five-minute interview. In front of the camera, his face remained expressionless.
As soon as the five minutes were up, he left immediately.
Before leaving, he glanced back at Ye Ranran, as if worried she might get surrounded.
She followed him, neither too far nor too close, her gaze fixed straight ahead, her expression tranquil and devoid of anything. Even when her gaze met his, she remained calm and unruffled.
Fu Rong admitted that she was more composed than Wen Cai had been before, though their temperaments were equally matched.
Indeed, if the discrepancy were too great, others would have noticed long ago.
Fortunately, the news of Wen Cai's death had not been released at the time, and when she was taken to the hospital, her face was indeed covered in blood.
Everything aligned perfectly, so naturally, no one suspected anything.
