This is impossible.
The first thought in Gu Nanqiao's mind was denial.
She did not have memory disorder, and she remembered the events of that night very clearly; there indeed was a waiter who spilled red wine on her dress.
The police officer paused then continued, "In that case, Miss Gu, if you have time, could you come over to the police station? You have seen that boy, and we would like you to help us filter through the waiters and see if there is anyone similar."
"Okay," Gu Nanqiao agreed, "I have time now, I'll come right over."
In fact, she was quite interested in this case, not because she cared about Xia Molan, but because she was curious about who was trying to frame her.
After hanging up the phone and turning around, she saw Huo Jingting standing behind her.
Gu Nanqiao walked over and paused beside him, "When did you wake up?"
