Luo Anning raised her head to look at him in surprise, and asked hesitantly: "You... aren't angry?"

She is suspected of murder. There is evidence and witnesses, and an arrest warrant has been issued. The only thing left for her to commit murder is the judge's final decision. Isn't he angry?

Logically speaking, given Young Master Rong's explosive and moody temperament, he should be so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death.

Why is he so abnormal now?

"Why should I be angry?" Young Master Rong asked angrily, raising his hand to hit her on the head.

"I'm suspected of intentional homicide." Luo Anning said blankly.

"Then did you kill him?"

"I don't!"

"Then it's over." Young Master Rong said in a nonchalant tone, as if he was talking about the good weather today.

"Do you believe me?" Luo Anning was shocked on the spot, looking at him with wide eyes, not wanting to miss the look on his face.

Hearing this, an awkward look flashed across Young Master Rong's face, as if saying "I believe in you" was a bit gross and not his style. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "You are my wife."

The implication is, if you don’t trust your wife, who will you trust?

The tip of Luo Anning's nose felt sore, and she looked at Young Master Rong. She was so pleasing to the eye, even his bad temper seemed cute.

They had no feelings, but they were husband and wife. At this juncture, he did not criticize or dislike him. Instead, he chose to believe her, consistent with Young Master Rong's style of not following the rules. She suddenly realized that Young Master Rong might have a bad temper. His temperament is unstable, but his heart is warm.

At least at this moment when everyone was afraid to avoid her, he chose to believe her, which was more heart-warming than any eternal oath.

Young Master Rong clasped her wrist, his beautiful brows furrowed, and his fingertips slowly rubbed the red mark on her, "Does it hurt?"

"How can I be so delicate? This little problem doesn't hurt." Luo Anning shook his head and smiled.

This was Jin's first smile since he was handcuffed and entered the police station.

However, her smile made Mr. Rong's pupils shrink slightly for a while, and he became angrier. He turned his head and shouted at the door: "Chen Keming, why don't I come in and open the handcuffs!"

Just imagine, a bureau chief in his forties, in full view of so many police officers, was scolded by his name by a young man in his twenties, where would his face be?

Unexpectedly, the director whose name was called panicked and grabbed the police officer's key, trotted in and opened the handcuffs for Luo Anning with a smile on his face.

All the police officers only kept their sense of presence low with their own eyes and noses, noses and hearts, fearing that the prince would be angry with them.

To be honest, if the Prime Minister's wife hadn't personally spoken today and asked for a thorough investigation of the case, even if they had a thousand courages, they would not have dared to arrest Young Madam Rong and take her into custody...

The Prime Minister's wife is as high as the emperor, but Young Master Rong is different. The influence of the Rong family in the whole of Asia cannot be underestimated. If you are not careful, just like Young Master Rong said, the police station will be razed to the ground. It's just a matter of moving your fingers.

Now, in addition to being unable to let Young Madam Rong leave the police station and not being released on bail, even if Young Master Rong asked them to serve Young Madam Rong like cows and horses, they would never dare to say anything nonsense.

The handcuffs were opened, Luo Anning rubbed her wrists, raised her eyes at Young Master Rong, leaned close to him and whispered: "Young Master Rong, aren't you a little too arrogant? After all, this is the police station..."

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