Demonic Youngster

"What other identities could I have." The youngster leaned back, a snowy white fat cat in her arms. Dressed in a black t-shirt, she lifted her lips, looking like a demon in comics, ravishing and devilish, her eyes aglow. "I'm just a normal high school student."

"Meow!"

Princess lifted his head. Have you seen your expression when you said that? It wasn't normal at all.

At nighttime at the police station in the Capital.

Han Susu would never have expected the seriousness of the situation.

She belonged to the Han family.

But why didn't anyone seem afraid of her?

And, where was her brother?

Why hadn't he appeared yet?

Han Susu was starting to get irritated from the cold, her hands rubbing the table. "Phone! I want to make a call! I want to call my lawyer!"

Miss Han had always been spoilt, thus disregarding the police officers.