"Who called the police?" Li Ling's eyes swept over those present, heads bowing wherever his gaze fell.
Zhu Xiangxiang stepped forward quickly, "Sergeant Li, I called for the police."
Li Ling's handsome features could be easily mistaken for a scholar's. He certainly didn't seem like a rough cop. His eyes were large and bright yet subtly restrained, always revealing a hint of mystery when looking at people. It made people feel inexplicably nervous, as if they were being seen through completely.
Zhu Xiangxiang pointed at Ming Jing, "She's the murderer, she killed her senior, the heiress of the Zhu family, Ming Xin."
Li Ling turned and looked at Ming Jing. From the moment he entered, he noticed this girl. Slightly squinting his eyes, he asked, "Where's the evidence?"
"Evidence? Take her in for questioning and you'll find out."
"Outrageous! The police seek solid evidence when handling cases. Are we no different from mobsters if we detain people without reason?"