Song Weiyi felt a warm current sweep over her heart, and her eyes grew sour with emotion.
Pei Yibai's words had spoken her heart.
She, too, was unwilling to rashly take the blame for others, letting the real culprit remain at large.
"As for how he took those drugs and where they came from, it probably won't take long to crack the case. There are specialized people for this, experienced police officers on the case, so you don't need to worry about it."
Looking at her, pale as a ghost from staying up two days after Rong Jing'an's death.
Fu Qishan... Fu Xiuyan...
Pei Yibai gripped the steering wheel tightly, hoping they would still be able to smile after all this.
Upon returning home, he found that people from the police station had arrived.
Of course, it wasn't Pei Yibai's uncle who had come, but the unlucky deputy chief who had been yelled at by Pei Yibai.
"Mr. Pei, Madam Pei," the deputy chief stood up, his forced smile revealing his current unease.