Xia Beiji's pupils contracted violently as Lin Qingyi's knee pressed mercilessly against his windpipe, making it hard for him to breathe.
He shook his head frantically, forcing out a few words through his clenched teeth: "N—no... it wasn't me..."
Lin Qingyi let out a cold laugh, pulled out her phone from her pocket, and played a voice recording.
Chapter 72