"I..." Tang Qingyue stiffened on the spot, her face flushing red, but thinking of the person inside and Mu Yin's instructions, she still dodged in fear, "I don't know..."
"Don't know?" Bo Fengheng frowned, a flash of doubt crossing the depths of his dark eyes.
He felt there was something off about the woman before him.
After what had just happened, even if she was at fault, she should be hating him, not afraid like this.
Moreover, given her personality, having finally gotten the chance to get close to the killer, how could she possibly not know?
Unless...
Bo Fengheng's sharp gaze scanned the woman's entire body before finally settling on the scarf around her neck.
His slender fingers,
suddenly shot out, yanking it off.
Tang Qingyue almost let out a sharp scream.
Everyone looked over in shock, completely unaware of what had happened.
Seeing the unmarked skin, Bo Fengheng's dark pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme.
Who are you?
