The leisurely Zhang Tinghan turned his head sideways.

quickly noticed the abnormality of the woman next to her, his cold gaze fell on her face, looked at her tight appearance, and quipped: "Madam, why is your face so ugly?" ”

Tang Ximu raised his pale face, his eyes were gray and desperate, and he lost his usual brilliance, as if the wick had gone out.

"I ......" She didn't know how to speak, and as soon as she spoke, her teeth clenched again.

She couldn't tell him about it.

Zhang Tinghan wished that she would die quickly, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could he be willing to let it go. Tell him that it will only make her die early and be born sooner.

"It's okay, I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable." Tang Ximu slowed down her breathing and tried to calm herself.

Zhang Tinghan still smiled unclearly, and gentlemanly took out a handkerchief to help her wipe her sweat: "Look at you sweating profusely." ”

"No, you don't." His sudden concern only made her feel more restless, and gently pushed his hand away.

The curly-haired butler in the tuxedo shouted, "Mr Zhang! ”

Zhang Tinghan raised his hand in response, and when he walked into the interrogation room, he handed her a box of mints.

She shook one out and held it in her mouth.

Every minute and every second of waiting was torturous for her.

After a moment, Zhang Tinghan, who had a solemn expression, came out of it, looking at her with a cold and casual look.

The housekeeper who maintained order did not allow him to stay longer, and walked out of the hall with him.

Tang Ximu looked at his back as he gradually moved away, and for a moment she seemed to be standing in the darkness that she couldn't touch, and a beam of light hit her body, watching helplessly.

“Mrs Tang！” The butler called her.

Tang Ximu stood up in a panic, met the housekeeper's eyes, and she took a step towards the hellish door.

Every step was extremely weight-bearing, and her feet seemed to be filled with lead balls.

"Kada!" The crisp sound of the door closing, followed by a calm heart.

There were three people in the interrogation room with dim lights on, one sitting to record confessions, one to record data, and the other to be a psychologist.

The common feature of the three different people is that their eyes are cold and fierce, with the ability to shoot and penetrate, and anyone who passes through their eyes will undoubtedly reveal the dirtiest things in their hearts.

Tang Ximu climbed onto a high seat, and the recorder pasted a data cable for her to perceive her body.

"Okay, let's get started."

"Click!" The incandescent light suddenly hit her face, and her pupils dilated.

"Where did you go during the banquet?"

The psychologist stared into her eyes as if to penetrate the window of the mind to reach the depths of her heart.

Tang Ximu looked at him nervously, and replied without hesitation: "I have always followed my husband's side!" ”

She wasn't sure what Zhang Tinghan said, what if she didn't have a different confession with him? Wouldn't she have died sooner?

"Can anyone prove it?"

"My husband, Count Brown George, and others can testify for me."

"Haven't you been anywhere else in that time?"

"Nope." She shook her head, trying to look calm.

A simple conversation was enough to make her heart beat like a beating drum and her blood pressure rise.

The psychologist suddenly grabbed her high heels and looked, "Is Miss Tang wearing size 37 shoes?" ”

Her feet were cold, could it be that she left footprints on the scene?!

"yes, I'm wearing a size 37." She replied truthfully.

The psychologist pondered, his suspicious gaze wandering over her for a moment, and finally fixed his gaze on her ears.