One sentence.
Liu Qingqing's hand, which was resting on her knee, suddenly clenched tightly.
Then it relaxed again.
"What?"
Seeing the woman's calm demeanor as if she could remain unflustered even if Mount Tai were collapsing, Lu Yiyu laughed.
He put out his cigarette.
He directly turned the spotlight towards the woman's eyes.
The strong light blinded Liu Qingqing and she couldn't see Lu Yiyu's expression clearly. She involuntarily squinted, instinctively wanting to block the light with her hand, but her hands were cuffed, her movements restricted.
It felt like she was being dragged into the light, the feeling was as if the darkness was suddenly illuminated, revealing an unbearable sense of guilt.
Everything was exposed under the sunlight, as if any attempts at deception would be seen through.
"Do you know what this is?"
Lu Yiyu pointed at the bag on the table.
Liu Qingqing could not see clearly, and the unknown fear started to plague her heart.
"What?"