In the detention center.

Leng Fei was thin and small, and the oversized prison uniform made her look even more frail.

Like a malnourished stray cat.

Her head was slightly lowered, and her entire face was yellowish, a result of daily exposure to cooking fumes. Her eye sockets were a bit red, probably from not sleeping well due to the unfamiliar lifestyle. However, her hair was well-groomed, every strand looking as if it was painted on, neatly framing her beautiful oval face.

I scrutinized her for a while and found she was exactly as Cold Father described. My curiosity was piqued; how could a woman willing to become a housewife for a man kill her spiritual support?

The biggest doubt remained the disparity in strength.

"Hello, I am your nominal lawyer, Zhao Hua."

She didn't even glance up, her head still lowered, fingers intertwined. The silver handcuffs glinted coldly, chilling to the touch, just a glance could fill you with a sense of ice.

I'd encountered many people like her before, thinking they were well-disguised, but with a bit of provocation...

"Should I call you Mrs. Xing, or..."

As expected, at the mention of Xing Zhaoping, her lifeless demeanor showed a trace of liveliness. She replied firmly, "Leng Fei."

Realizing her reaction was somewhat excessive, a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face, and she pressed her lips together.

From then on, no matter what I asked, she didn't respond again.

An extended silence.

I initially thought today's task would be easy, but I underestimated Leng Fei. She was actually very adept at controlling her emotions. Except for that initial moment when she was caught off guard, she did not reveal anything else.

It seemed she saw through my embarrassment and lowered her eyes with a light smile, "Don't worry, you won't miss out on any of the money."

"Why? Why did you kill him?"

"No particular reason, just felt like killing, so I did."

She answered straightforwardly, as if she was casually discussing having braised pork for lunch.

That's right, it was casual. I don't know if it was my illusion, but she seemed to have suddenly let go of a long-held burden, indifferent to everything else behind her.

But that's not the demeanor of a murderer.