What Kind Of Trouble?

"I'll try." Mu Qi nodded, and walked to the elderly couple and told the police, "Don't force them. It is natural that they would feel miserable because she was their daughter."

The professor immediately praised her at that. "Kid's bright. She knows that taking sides with the other person would make them less wary."

As the police withdrew and stopped arguing with the victim's parents, Mu Qiqi went to sit beside the mother. "Madam, please come sit with me. You can talk to me."

The two elders sobbed, and only then did they got up from their knees to sit with Mu Qiqi on the bench.

"Madam, your daughter was beautiful. You must have been beautiful when you were young, weren't you?"

The woman could not help tearing up in agony at the mention of her daughter. "What good is beauty now? Lady, please speak to those young people. Tell them not to touch my daughter's corpse… we don't want an autopsy."

"Well… do you know how she died?"