Mo Nanze hadn't expected that the next time he'd see Lu Yinfeng, it would be in a police station.
As a suspect, Lu Yinfeng, handcuffed, sat on the iron chair looking utterly dispirited, her gaze blank.
After glancing over there briefly, Mo Nanze said to the man in uniform calmly, "I'm her husband, I'm here to bail her out."
The man in uniform recognized Mo Nanze and looked puzzled when he heard what he said.
Not daring to offend Mo Nanze, he asked a subordinate to check the relationship between Mo Nanze and the suspect; the feedback he received shocked him.
This woman was indeed Mo Nanze's wife!
"She's your wife? Well, that makes this case interesting."
It's a world of wonders, the man in uniform thought to himself. Just because Lu Yinfeng and Mo Nanze were married, she couldn't be ruled out as a suspect.
It wasn't uncommon for women seeking thrills and a sense of immorality to get into this line of work.
Mo Nanze asked, "Could you give me a rough idea of the situation?"