"I have something to say."
In the crowd, a female reporter with glasses stepped forward. She uneasily looked around, silently swallowed her saliva, and asked uncertainly, "If I speak, will you really let me go?"
Xi Moxiao nodded, but added, "Don't tell a lie."
They were interrogated by Wei Yan now, and they could not stand it. Now coupled with Xi Moxiao’s words just now, the lines of defense in their hearts were already on the verge of collapse. But everyone was holding back and didn't want to be the first person to come forward.
Now someone was willing to come forward to be the first, and the rest were naturally willing to go on and speak too.
"We all suddenly received an anonymous email and learned that Gu Qingli was in the hospital. The situation was chaotic and everywhere was crowded, but in the overcrowding, I did see a fruit knife in a man's pocket." The glasses reporter told what she knew.
Several people became nervous when they heard of the fruit knife.