"Can I go in and see Huang Qumei?"

"She is not suitable for you to meet at this stage now."

"Please help me, or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Zhang Liang looked at her eyes, which were slightly red at the corners, and looked at him expectantly with her watery eyes. He could only sigh:

"I can't do anything about you."

He pulled the person inside and said hello to the police.

Lu Aicheng watched him and the police go into the next room, and whispered to Zhang Liang:

"Can you hear the two of us talking from there?"

"Sure, don't worry."

Then Lu Aicheng went into the interrogation room.

Huang Qumei was surprised to see her come in alone:

"Why are you here? Are you here to laugh at me?"

"What kind of joke is this? I'm just curious if you like Brother Zhang, so you want to get rid of me? Otherwise, why would you keep asking me about him?"

"At first, he thought he was my brother, so he tried to please me. But later, when he found out he wasn't my brother, he started targeting me again."

Huang Qumei looked down at the silver bracelet on her wrist.

She didn't want to admit that she lost.

"Do you know what I hate most about you? You're so hypocritical. At first I thought you liked Wen Yuanyang, but then you accepted things from Zhang Liang every day. Is there anyone more hypocritical than you?"

"I just hate you."

Lu Aicheng smiled, stared at the woman opposite and said:

"Does hating me give me the right to hide behind like a venomous snake and do these things secretly? So what if Zhang Liang and Wen Yuanyang both like me? It's because I'm pretty."

"Tsk, go to labor camp for a few years, and you'll be dry and withered when you come out. When you marry a widower, her family might not even want you."