"So, Miss Gu, you're saying you went upstairs by yourself, and Mr. Fu only gave you the room card, which means he can't vouch for you?"
Even someone as naive as Gu Nanqiao could sense the implication behind the police officer's words. Her expression, which had just calmed down, became troubled again, and she spoke with agitation, "What do you mean by that? Do you suspect that I was the one who did it?"
The police officer hastened to soothe her, "The forensic team will check the fingerprints on the knife, and we'll collect evidence from the scene. There's no need for Miss Gu to be nervous."
"..."
How could she not be nervous?
This was clearly a trap that someone had set up, luring her into it with the intention of framing her.
Someone had splashed red wine on her clothes for no reason, and then Fu Lingfeng had given her the room card, step by step, as if deliberately guiding her to open that cupboard.
