Chapter 522: 243 Ajang (late night update)_3
The police officer said expressionlessly, âBe honest, how did you kill Liang Yanran?â
Liang Xiaohong fell silent.
When the interrogation time was up, Liang Xiaohong was taken away by a female police officer and sent to the detention center, where she was locked up alone.
At noon, the prison guard came to deliver lunch. Liang Xiaohong sat blankly in the corner until the door was gently knocked, and she suddenly woke up, rushing to the small hole in the door.
Outside the door stood a male prison guard with a square face, his gloomy eyes staring at her, his mouth open.
Liang Xiaohong understood his lip language.
The man put down the lunch and turned away.
As his footsteps gradually disappeared, Liang Xiaohongâs face turned pale, and she collapsed to the ground in despair.
After a while, she looked at the lunch plate on the ground, shredded potato and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, emitting a tempting aroma.
Liang Xiaohong trembled as she reached out her hand...
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A black Jaguar was parked under the big elm tree opposite the detention center, its smooth and powerful body lines revealing the ownerâs low-key ambition.
In the back seat, a man had a black laptop on his lap, and on the screen was the gentle and beautiful face of a girl in a white dress.
The car window was half rolled down, and the ashes of the cigarette butt at the manâs fingertips fell gently, disappearing with the wind.
The manâs fingers were full of callouses, and a scar on the back of his hand was startling.
The ambulance roared in, making an emergency stop at the entrance of the detention center. The paramedics rushed in pushing a stretcher, and quickly wheeled an unconscious woman onto the ambulance, which sped away, followed by a police car.
In the blink of an eye, both the ambulance and the police car disappeared onto the road, leaving no trace.
The man threw away the cigarette butt and said indifferently, âLetâs go.â
The wheels rolled over the fallen leaves, splashing water from the roadside, and slowly drove into the driveway.
Xie Zhen didnât know whether Liu Muxue was praising or belittling her, and she smiled, âThank you for your comfort.â
âYouâre welcome.â
Liu Muxue glanced at Ming Jing who was sitting quietly and raised her eyebrows: âHow about we make a bet? Both of us will make the national team.â
Ming Jing didnât say anything, Xie Zhen intervened: âIsnât it obvious? Do we still need to bet?â
Liu Muxue snorted: âOf course, we need to. My strength is undeniable, but Ming Jing suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Who knows if itâs just like a blind cat catching a dead rat?â
âYou bet on yourself.â Ming Jing said.
âNo, you must bet with me. If I win...â Liu Muxueâs eyes rolled around; âyou will call me sister.â
So petty, clearly just wanting Ming Jing to call her sister.
Ming Jing ignored her, Liu Muxue chuckled and leaned closer to Ming Jing: âWhatâs wrong with having a powerful sister? You should be grateful. Not everyone has the fortune to be my little sister.â
Xie Zhen muttered that it was only because Ming Jing was good-tempered; if her temper was worse, she would have turned her face on the spot.
Every word of Liu Muxueâs accurately trampled on other peopleâs sore spots, which was also a skill.
As they whispered to each other, the bronze medal winners who heard their names went on stage to receive their awards. For a moment, the whole auditorium was chaotic, so no one noticed a man entering and sitting in an inconspicuous corner in the last row.
In the row in front, with two seats in between, sat two delicately dressed women. One of them, with long wavy hair, looked at the young man on the stage with admiration and sighed, âAh Jiang, youâre so lucky to have such a good husband-to-be. Itâs hard to find one even with a lantern.â
The woman casually brushed a strand of hair from her temples. Her slim, delicate wrist was accentuated by a green jade bracelet, making her appear exceptionally soft and frail.
Her nails were neatly rounded and clean, coated with a transparent nail polish. They looked like smooth, flawless jade.
Her simple hair-flipping gesture exuded endless tenderness, which made people feel comfortable at heart.
âDonât talk about me, your Shen Zhou is also not bad.â The womanâs voice was even gentler, like Peach Blossom Wine, intoxicating the listener.
Upon hearing this voice, the man in the back row narrowed his eyes slightly, casting his gaze inconspicuously.
As though sensing his stare, the woman subtly glanced back.
The next moment, her pupils trembled with fear, clearly recognizing the man behind her.