C908 The Dying Shen Di in the Painting

The female officer had no patience for nonsense. She snorted, tapping her fingers sharply on the pristine table. "Alright, why did you steal the clothes?" She looked at Shen Di with disdain. Shen Di was attractive, sure, but her actions spoke otherwise. The officer had dealt with plenty of teenagers pulling stunts like this, so she was well-prepared.

Shen Di tilted her head