The police were quite surprised when they arrived and saw the scene.
Qhianqhian casually took out her credentials and wiped her tears: "It's over, I'm here to take her home."
Death could have been avoided, but Du Siyu faced it head-on. If she hadn't, how long she could have suppressed it was a question, and the identities of the people behind might never be known, not to mention where this evil spirit came from...
Seeing Qhianqhian's credentials and Bai Yixian's, the investigating police officers were slightly stunned. This age, this level—are they kidding?
To be safe, they made a phone call to confirm before respectfully returning the credentials.
As the police took Du Siyu away, Qhianqhian tightly grasped a small pouch in her hand, which Du Siyu had directly stuffed between Qhianqhian's legs, clearly not intending for it to be taken as evidence.
"Are you okay?" Bai Yixian looked at Qhianqhian's calm face, but was deeply worried.
