Lu Yinfeng suddenly became agitated, grasping Mo Nanze's collar and looking up at him with tears brimming in her eyes.
"Bai Zhilan couldn't possibly be mentally ill! She's absolutely rational!" Lu Yinfeng shouted in grief and anger, "She must… she must have faked her medical records!"
Recalling Bai Zhilan's fierce gaze that day, Lu Yinfeng still couldn't help but shudder with fear.
"I can testify that she came at me!"
"She prepared the knife in advance, her target was clear and decisive, this behavior doesn't fit the pattern of a mentally ill person at all!"
"Moreover, she isn't ill to begin with!"
Lu Yinfeng explained frantically and breathlessly.
As a mediocre suspense novelist, she had a basic understanding of these matters.
Her eyes shimmered with crystalline tears as she stared intently at Mo Nanze.
Gently, Mo Nanze drew Lu Yinfeng into his embrace, tenderly consoling her.
Lu Yinfeng gradually calmed down.