Split Personality
Editor: Larbre Studio
In the police station, the police commissioner wiped the cold sweat off his face with the sleeve of his shirt, then ran over hurriedly.
It was already 10 o' clock at night now. He was sleeping at home, and his subordinate called him to inform him that there was a murder in the hospital, and the suspect behind it was Mrs. Lu. He felt the world was collapsing onto him. He was dead; he accidentally reached the end of his tenure.
It would not matter who died, but how was Mrs. Lu dragged into this?
The police commissioner was puzzled.
"Young Master Lu, Young Master Lu."
Lu Shaoming was dressed in a black suit, and he sat on the long bench. His long legs were crossed elegantly, and his defined, sculpture-like face bore a calm expression. His entire being was in an eerie calm, which made others feel a chill down their backs.
The police commissioner hurried his footsteps to greet him.