Ye Tong's face turned pale upon hearing that, thankfully Huang Ying, who was standing next to her, supported her.
Ji Ning diligently stepped forward to communicate, "Officer, this joke isn't funny. My artist went straight to the hotel from the airport, and then directly to the police station. Where would she have found the time to commit murder? If my artist had killed someone, would we have dared to come to the police station today, presumptuously presenting ourselves? Do we look like idiots? Also, do you have any evidence proving my artist committed murder? You shouldn't arrest someone just because of baseless accusations, right?"
The leading officer's expression was unpleasant, but his attitude softened somewhat compared to earlier.
Although the second floor was a resting area, Ji Ning's voice was loud enough to be heard in the hall on the first floor, and they were wary of a negative impact.
