Outside the detention center was Miao Ying’s blue Phaeton. At the moment, Miao Ying was sitting in the driver’s seat, with Zhao Yu in the passenger’s side. To Zhao Yu’s shock, Miao Ying took out her phone and started scanning Zhao Yu, as if to check if he had any bugs on him.
"Really? Sis?" Zhao Yu looked at her in disdain. "Is this necessary? We aren’t secret agents, are we?! This almost feels like you’re a double agent!"
"Okay!" Miao Ying put away her phone and asked seriously, "First, how did you know that I was hiding something from you?"
"That’s too obvious, don’t you think?" Zhao Yu answered without a pause. "Just now, during the interrogation, you were the one that reminded me that there was more than one culprit in Qu Ping’s murder! When you spoke, your expression already told me you knew something!