As soon as the young police officer spoke, all eyes in the hospital room turned back to Mi Feifei.
Mi Feifei pressed her lips together, glanced at Lu Xize, and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I really don't know."
The police finished their questioning and left. Zhao Baozhu saw them out, leaving only Lu Xize and Mi Feifei in the room.
Lu Xize sat in the chair by her bed, his dark eyes fixed on Mi Feifei. "It wasn't her. Don't let your imagination run wild."
The room was quiet. Lu Xize's voice wasn't loud, but every word was distinct. Mi Feifei's heart clenched. Lu Xize had obviously seen her fleeting expression and guessed what she was thinking.
Mi Feifei knew it was unlikely to be Chu Yao, but hearing such confident words from Lu Xize, an indescribable bitterness still welled up in her heart, mingled with a hint of anger.
'He's that certain?'
'And what did he mean by that? Was it a warning? Or a reminder?'
