Lin Shuhan looked at Guan Beihai with a strange expression.
"If you're going to lie to me, at least come up with a better excuse. I'll give you some time to think it over?"
"I really didn't lie to you. Wasn't my body sent for cremation by you and Mom together?"
Guan Beihai gave a bitter smile.
"Wasn't that a fake arranged by your department?"
"How could that be a disguise? Faking can't go to such an extent. I'm just a minor JD cop, not a state-level secret agent. You should watch less TV."
Hearing Guan Beihai say this, Lin Shuhan finally had some doubts.
Unless you prove it to me.
"Try taking a photo of me with your phone," Guan Beihai suggested.
Upon hearing this, Lin Shuhan quickly took out her phone and directly pointed the camera at Guan Beihai.
Before she raised her hand, she smiled and said,
"I'll take a picture of you so you can see how shabby you look now."
But as soon as her gaze shifted to the phone, she was stunned.
