At this moment, Leng Peixi had finished her phone call as well, and walked over with her arms crossed, speaking to Zhuanzhuan, "Since you've called Leng Ran a fool, what do you plan to do? Not leave? If you don't leave, you're going to jail! Maybe the police don't have enough evidence now, but as long as they have clues, they can unravel the mystery and find the evidence."
She had dealt with the police for decades and had an abundance of experience. And the reason she left her son abroad was also due to running into trouble. The nature of their predicaments was quite similar to that of Zhuanzhuan's, which makes the two women quite alike.
Thinking this, Leng Peixi's gaze on Zhuanzhuan carried a hint of admiration.
Leng Ran clenched his fists in the darkness until his fingernails dug into his skin, yet he felt no pain.
