Zhao Mengyao could only helplessly confess.
"Mr. Luo, to be honest."
"I suspect that it might have been my boyfriend who harmed my father, but I don't have concrete evidence or sufficient proof to substantiate this."
As Zhao Mengyao spoke, she seemed hesitant to continue.
Her expression became extraordinarily awkward.
But Luo Fei asked suspiciously.
"Miss Zhao, I'm genuinely curious. What led you to this conclusion?"
"Officer, I know you might not believe me if I say this. You might even think I'm deliberately framing him."
"But that's not the case."
"I just found some clues, but I'm not sure, so I decided to come to you."
Seeing that she had difficulty finishing what she wanted to say.
Luo Fei nodded.
"I understand, Miss Zhao. In that case, why don't you come with me? I'll take you to the room next door, and we can have a good talk about your boyfriend's matter."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Luo."
At this moment.
Zhao Mengyao bowed deeply to Luo Fei.
A while later.
