Su Zhilan's hand shook, and she tried to free herself, but Ji Nuan held it down.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Su Zhilan struggled to free herself from her grasp.
Ji Nuan still held her hand, her smile was cold and dark, and her voice was low and calm, and only she could hear her. "How can I let you go? I won't let you go until the person who killed the baby in my belly is brought to justice."
"Ji Nuan, you…"
"Do you think Su Xueyi has died so she can't say anything? Do you think you can press the police into closing the case as soon as possible when Mo Jingshen is in a coma? Do you think no one will suspect you, and you can continue to play the innocent Miss Su, a timid patient who can't stand any stimulation because of mania? Do you think you are safe?"
"Let go of me!"
