If only it had been before boarding the plane, in the airport lounge, or on the road to the airport—if she and Jia Zhao had been caught by the police anywhere else—it wouldn't have made Jiang Xing'er suspect Ming Ge.
But instead, it was...
The place where she and Jia Zhao had agreed to meet—an absolutely secluded location.
It was there that they were surrounded by the police.
So—
In the eyes of the 18-year-old Jiang Xing'er, who had lost all sense of reason, it could only have been Ming Ge who tipped off the police.
Even being caught would've been better. At least Jia Zhao…
Could've been alive.
But Jia Zhao was dead.
Any semblance of calm or rationality in Jiang Xing'er completely vanished.
"..."
Ming Ge was stunned by the slap Jiang Xing'er delivered. To be honest, it was the first time she had ever been struck in her life. Even her father, Ming Zhiyuan, had never laid a finger on her.
You don't hit someone in the face.
