บท 1599: Lu Qingxin, Are You Ready to Go to Hell?

"Miss Lu, it's not easy to tell whether or not someone's a murderer just by looking at their face."

Lu Qingxin looked dissatisfied with that response.

"So, are you trying to say that I don't look like a killer?"

"Miss Lu, I heard a rumor about your mother's death. Didn't she die because of Ye Tianxin?"

Lu Qingxin was relieved to hear the line of questioning going back to as it was planned.

She was still worried that the journalist would not relent on the death of the little fat boy.

"It seems that your news station is well-informed. Yes, that is correct."

Lu Qingxin's eyes sparkled with crystal tears while she was talking like that.

The little fat boy's mother handed over a pack of tissues at the right time.