C50 Identity Replacement

The man leaned back in his chair and opened his notebook on the table. He glanced at Ning Xi with a trace of viciousness in his eyes.

Ning Xi instinctively felt that the way he interrogated her made her uncomfortable.

"He was my fiancé four years ago. It doesn't matter now."

"According to the family of the wounded, you went to the Jiang-Nan club the night Zhan Shaohui was beaten up