Shen Yuyan spoke, her eyes fixed on the woman in front of her.
From the very beginning, she seemed composed and calm, but it was obvious that her pupils were constantly avoiding their gaze.
She was clearly afraid of them, or perhaps feeling guilty.
Shen Yuyan took out a package of white stuff from the box in front of her.
"What's this, Miss Song?" Shen Yuyan said, "Care to explain?"
Song Yi frowned. Isn't this the item that the old man said he wanted to give her?
Why is it here?
She pressed her lips together, forcibly suppressing the negative emotions inside her.
Faced with the police, Song Yi found herself genuinely allergic to the word, even though they were not in uniform today, there was still a sense of repression in her heart.
She realized that, apart from Tang Si, she reflexively feared others.
Sometimes more, sometimes less; perhaps now it is less than before.
