"What he said is true, I... did attack someone with a knife."
Looking at the man in front of her with a gentle expression, Jinglei felt like a child who had done something wrong.
Compared to her unease, Feimo's charming and handsome face showed no hint of bullying, as if in his presence, Jinglei was already a transparent person, with nothing escaping his eyes.
With her personality, she probably would only wield a knife to fight back when pushed to the edge with no way out.
"Who did you hurt?"
"Feng Chenlu."
Upon hearing this name, Feimo raised an eyebrow, uttering two words, "Good then."
She was stunned, looking at him in confusion.
She had cut Feng Chenlu's face with a knife, and he said 'Good then'? What does that mean?
"Your second uncle's daughter?" He asked again, watching her.
She was baffled, nodding her head.
The police officers behind couldn't help but sweat.
