She bit her lip and asked again, "Ning Xie, did you kill him?"
Ye Qijun's pupils shrank, but he still did not speak.
Xu Qiaoqiao stared at him and took a step forward, "Ning Xie, Leng Tong's husband, the policeman who was killed while on duty a month ago! Did you kill him?!"
Ye Qijun's lips moved as if he wanted to answer.
But when the words reached his lips, he still didn't say them; in the end, his answer was still silence.
Silence...
Xu Qiaoqiao sneered with firm words, her tone leaving no room for negotiation: "Although you are my father, I will not aid tyranny! I advise you to give up struggling, surrender directly, and strive for the maximum leniency of the law. People who do bad things must take responsibility for their mistakes!"
After saying these words, she walked towards the exit; her eyes had reddened, but she stubbornly held back, declaring, "I am going out now, you either step over my dead body to escape, or surrender!"
