The two turned around and saw Liu Miaomiao waking up.
The moment she opened her eyes, she furrowed her brows. She looked fragile, and as she turned her head and caught sight of the corpse just one meter away, she was so startled that she sat up abruptly.
As she sat up, her abdomen started to ache again. She covered her belly and bit her lip.
Her face turned pale, and she felt waves of nausea.
Seeing her in this state, Ye Qinghao couldn't help but ask, "How are you feeling? I've looked at your wound, fortunately, it didn't hurt any internal organs, it's just a superficial injury."
Liu Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, struggled to brace herself on the table beside her, and stood up. She didn't dare to look at the corpse but instead asked, "How about him? Can he prove my innocence? Boo-hoo, what should I do now? He's dead, boo-hoo-hoo..."
She cried in a very sorrowful manner.
Seeing her like this, even the police officers in the room felt some sympathy for her.
