The guard couldn't help but say, "Young master, the court hearing is in a few days. The young madam insists on taking all the blame herself. I'm afraid not even the king of heaven can save her now..."
Nie Yixiao gazed at the night outside the window, his thick eyelashes moved suddenly, his eyes fell deeply, resembling an endless dark night.
Suddenly remembering something, he stood up and walked outside, his furious voice filled with lethal power: "Bring over the three police officers who interrogated her privately."
The guard was taken aback, quickly left, found the three officers, and brought them to the large courtyard outside the police station.
The man stood with his hands behind his back in the nighttime courtyard, tall and elegant, perfectly unmatched.
But it seemed as if the moonlight tonight was too chilling, and cold shimmering light flowed from his stern brows.
"Young master, they are here," the guard reported.
