Wei Ling pursed her thin lips tightly. On the other hand, there was no expression on the other party's face. She was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater with a shawl around her shoulders. The fox fur shawl made her look elegant and noble with an outstanding temperament.
She stared at the girl sitting in the interrogation room and frowned. She said coldly, "I can't afford to be called Aunt Wei.
"I came here to ask you a question. Tell me the truth. Did you beat Wei Qi up?"
The moment she got off the plane, she went to the hospital to see her brother's condition. Wei Qi was lying on the bed. He had woken up and cried in pain.
The painkillers the doctor had given him did not work. He had three broken ribs. Before his ribs healed, he could only lie on the bed and not move.
Not to mention, Wei Qi's face was as swollen as a pig's head. It was completely ugly!
