In the interrogation room of the Xinghai City Public Security Bureau, Murong Yan finally met Yang Fan, whom she hadn't seen for a week.
For some reason, looking at Yang Fan's somewhat comical outfit, Murong Yan couldn't help but laugh.
This laugh dissolved the somewhat oppressive atmosphere, and Yang Fan couldn't help but smile at her too.
Yang Fan wore handcuffs, with two policemen beside him, one on each side, looking solemn.
"I've already talked to Huiru, it's okay now. In two days, you'll be able to get out," Murong Yan thought for a moment and said.
"Dear, I came back because I found the evidence."
"Are you saying my actions were unnecessary?"
Yang Fan couldn't help but explain, "No, I didn't mean that at all. Mainly, I made you very worried over the past few days. It's my fault for not calling you."
