Chapter 167 Twitching Eyelid, Bad Omen

• Life sure has been full of surprises lately. After the police officers brought me to the station, they questioned me as if I was a serial killer, all the while doubting my every word.
• What happened inside Sheng Yanyan’s ward barely lasted three minutes, or less, but the way they chose to nitpick and twist my words made it seem like a whole episode of a horror suspense movie.
• I looked at the officers, lamenting at their incompetency inside, “Look, like I’ve been saying all this time, that fruit knife belonged to Sheng Yanyan. This whole thing had nothing to do with me whatsoever.”