Lu Haiqiao, who was woken up, opened her eyes reluctantly.
Still leaning on the table, she puffed up her cheeks slightly and rubbed her face against her arm. She looked like a sleepy kitten.
After two seconds, Lu Haiqiao rubbed her eyes and straightened up. When she saw Qin Liyan, she said in a nasal voice, "Uncle Qin?
"Why are you here over such a petty matter?"
A petty matter?
To him, this was no small matter!
Qin Liyan bent down and said apologetically, "Qiaoqiao, are you awake? Come on, get up. Let's talk outside."
"No." Lu Haiqiao shook her head and waved her hand. "I'm a suspect in the assault case. There's evidence. You have to deal with it impartially."
Qin Liyan glared at the police officer again, but he was the one who gave the order to arrest the suspect. Other than glaring, he had no other way to vent his anger.