1729: The Same Birthmark (Part Twenty-six)

The Same Birthmark (Part Twenty-six)

1Qian Yikun immediately decided on this wedding dress that gave Mo Fei a death wish.1

After reserving the wedding gown, Qian Yikun brought Mo Fei to the police station. Mo Fei thought that Qian Yikun must be doing this on purpose. Otherwise, he would not keep bringing her there.

"Qian Yikun, what are you trying to do?" asked Mo Fei coldly as she looked at the man who was helping her buckle her seatbelt.

Clack—

After fastening the seatbelt, Qian Yikun looked up at Mo Fei. "Can't you tell why I'm doing this? I'm scared that you'll run away and Ye Cong will catch you. After all, the way he interrogates you won't be as loving as mine."

Mo Fei, "..."

Rascal—

Qian Yikun released his grip on her seatbelt, straightened up, and started the engine.

Mo Fei stared at Qian Yikun who was grabbing her hand the whole time. "If you want to get information about Tigger from me, I advise you to give up. After all, I've told you everything I know and you already know that I'm the one who killed him."

Qian Yikun drove the car out of the underground parking lot. "Mo Fei, nobody denied that you killed Tigger. The whole world knows that. Yet, I feel that sometimes, there's nothing wrong with you lean on a man."

Mo Fei's fingers left a long mark on Qian Yikun's arm. There was a crack in her expression on her face, but it quickly returned to normal. She leaned forward slightly and placed her hand on Qian Yikun's chest. "Hypocrite, am I not leaning on you now?"

Qian Yikun flung her hand away with a loud slap, not being gentle with the lady at all.

Mo Fei's face was filled with disdain as she retracted her hand. "You deserve to live to your thirties without a woman. A man like you deserves to be without a woman."

"I have you," Qian Yikun retorted calmly.

Mo Fei scoffed.

"Mo Fei, I've been undercover for seven years," Qian Yikun suddenly continued.

"Oh, then you're really professional. You've been undercover for seven years, but every time you see me, you chase after me like a police officer."

Qian Yikun looked at Mo Fei with an intense gaze. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Oh my god, you don't think I'm a spy, do you? Hypocrite, do you think so highly of me?"

Qian Yikun, "..."

He did not want to talk anymore.

When she saw Qian Yikun's speechless expression, she was instantly satisfied. Trying to get information from her through entrapment was simply impossible.

When the car arrived at the police station, Qian Yikun brought Mo Fei out of the car. The vice-captain was still interrogating Slippers. As though forgetting that Mo Fei was there, Qian Yikun brought her to the interrogation room.

Handcuffed, Slippers sat on the other side of the table. He lowered his head and refused to cooperate.

After entering the room, Mo Fei leaned against the door. The vice-captain took a quick look and hurriedly asked, "Sis-in-law, why are you here?"

When the vice-captain finished speaking, Slipper suddenly looked up. When he looked at the door, Mo Fei had already turned around to leave.

Slippers' lifeless eyes instantly widened, and both of his hands pressed down on the table.

Qian Yikun noticed Slippers' movements and understood.

"I happened to pass by. I came over to take a look. I forgot to ask her to go to my office first," Qian Yikun said as he took a chair and sat down. "Slippers, our time is limited. You'd better come clean yourself. Where is the second batch of goods?"

The shock on Slippers' face had already disappeared. His skin was abnormally pale, and his face was ashen. He looked at Qian Yikun and smirked. "I don't know. Even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't know."

Qian Yikun tapped his fingers on the table, making crisp sounds in the interrogation room. "I can't beat you to death. After all, I know how stubborn people of your kind can be."

People of your kind, indeed.

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