It is possible for one person to give false testimony, but there are four or five people here, and Kang Ying does not have that ability.

Besides, none of the female members of the art troupe had seen the two of them before, so there was no need to lie.

With these testimonies.

Kang Ying was soon released from the interrogation room.

There was no special expression on her face. When she saw a group of people, she just smiled at Cen Bowen.

Cen Bowen had a complicated expression, but he still took Kang Ying out.

As they passed each other, Song Yiyi called out to her, "Kang Ying, can we talk for a few minutes alone?"

Before Kang Ying could say anything, Cen Bowen started to get anxious: "Aunt Song..., can we talk about this another day? My wife hasn't eaten yet, and she must be tired after all this trouble."

Everyone's eyes fell on Cen Bowen.

Including Kang Ying.

Cen Bowen never cared whether she had eaten or not.

This attempt to cover up the truth only made everyone confused.

Kang Ying paused for a second, then smiled at Cen Bowen, "It's okay, Bowen, wait for me. My aunt is my elder, she's just worried about me and wants to enlighten me."

I'm afraid she herself doesn't believe this.

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, everyone stayed at the door, while Song Yiyi and Kang Ying walked under a tree nearby.

As soon as Cen Bowen took a step, he was stopped by Gu Chengze and Cen Yue.

Gu Chengze asked suspiciously: "Why are you so nervous?"

Not to mention that the two of them were talking right under their noses, even if Song Yiyi and Kang Ying were really the only ones left in the room, Cen Bowen wouldn't be the one who was nervous.

Cen Bowen's eyes were vague and he was as silent as a saw-mouthed gourd. Being blocked, he could only lower his head and pretend not to hear.

Song Yiyi turned around, glanced at the people over there, and then said, "I don't care what your intention is, just don't touch people you shouldn't touch."

On the surface, it seems like a perfect scheme.

But since it is a game, there are loopholes.

Song Yiyi spoke slowly and leisurely, as if her grandfather was chatting with her.

Kang Ying couldn't help but let her heart skip a beat.

Think about it for a moment.

Kang Ying's face remained calm, and she said calmly, "Aunt, what do you mean?"

Song Yiyi curled her lips and looked at her with a half-smile, "They can't hear it. You don't have to call me aunt. I don't want to hear it either."

Who knows how many times I cursed her in my heart when she called her aunt?

"If you have nothing else to do, I'll go back first."

Kang Ying looked tired. He rubbed his temples, turned around and wanted to go back.

She didn't know what was going on, but every time she faced Song Yiyi, she had a feeling that she couldn't hide it.

Especially after she married Cen Yue.

It was as if she was standing on the stage performing a play, and Song Yiyi was sitting below, watching the play with the script in her hand.

Kang Ying's intuition told her to have less contact with Song Yiyi.

Song Yiyi didn't stop her. She just looked at her back and suddenly said, "Kang Ying, do you still want your notebook?"

Upon hearing this, Kang Ying's back visibly stiffened.

Just a moment.

Song Yiyi saw it clearly.

She wasn't actually completely sure, but Kang Ying's performance at the moment made her feel confident.