Sister Nian Has Evidence to Hammer Her to Death

"I didn't expect Mr. Martin to choose to believe me, either." The girl lazily put down her coffee cup and looked up, revealing an exquisite face.

Martin looked at her outstanding appearance and was slightly lost in thought. He paused before saying, "You really look like an old friend."

"Your mother—" Martin shook his head. "Forget it. It shouldn't be possible."

Qiao Nian lowered her head and touched the bridge of her nose when he mentioned her mother. Then, she stood up, picked up her notebook on the table, and said, "Thank you for today, Mr. Martin. I won't continue to disturb you."

Martin stopped her. "Miss Qiao, wait a moment."

Qiao Nian stopped and turned to look at him. "Is there anything else?"

Martin met her clear eyes again and could not help but think of the old friend who died 20 years ago.

He was in a daze for a second. Then, he pinched his palm and solemnly said, "Can I ask you a question?"