Oh my God, is this real?!
Not only journalists but even Ailin was shocked; having been by his side for several years, she had never heard him apologize to soone before.
Luo Xiaoqian rose from her chair in a panic, looking at the tall man in front of her, simply not knowing what to say?!
She was, of course, very clear that this "I’m sorry" was completely different from the casual apology he would give in a car; in front of so many journalists, he was essentially apologizing to her in front of everyone.
Leng Zimo raised his hand, gesturing to her, and Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly sat back down in her chair.
"I think, at this point, everyone should be very clear, I was wrong yesterday!" Leng Zimo looked at the crowd again, "After yesterday’s performance ended, we found this inside the piano!"
He reached into the docunt bag in his hand and took out an evidence bag, which contained a bloody knife blade.
The journalists, abuzz with discussion.
"Mr. Leng!" a female journalist stood up, "Even if you found this knife blade inside the piano, how can you prove that it wasn’t Luo Xiaoqian herself who put it there?"
"Good question!" Leng Zimo waved gently, and Ailin imdiately signaled to an assistant.
The large screen imdiately displayed an image.
It was a snapshot of Luo Xiaoqian playing the piano last night; from this image, you could clearly see her instinctual reaction after being stabbed, followed by the playing of "Before It’s Too Late", with the sound of music, a palm swiped across the piano.
On the enlarged screen, you could clearly see that within the palm, a shiny object slid into the gaps between the keys.
The image froze.
In Leng Zimo’s hand was already an additional docunt, "This is the fingerprint analysis report from the knife blade!"
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face and looked at the docunt in his hand in complete astonishnt.
No wonder she woke up to find him absent—it turned out he had gone to prepare these materials, just to clear her na!
Not far away, Shen Xinyi, sitting on a chair with delicately applied light makeup, had already turned as pale as paper.
Next to her, Xu Xia looked at her expression and just snorted coldly, murmuring softly.
"You reap what you sow; it’s your own fault!"
"Mr. Leng, then who exactly is the person behind this?" another journalist asked.
Leng Zimo raised the forensic report in his hand and slamd it on the table, "I think the answer is already self-evident!"
"It was her!" Xu Xia stood up abruptly, pointing at Shen Xinyi next to her, "She was afraid that Xiao Qian would outperform her, and that’s why she resorted to such despicable asures!"
Countless flashes went off.
"I didn’t!" Shen Xinyi stood up and ran down from the podium.
Outside the door, several police officers in uniform were already striding in, stopping her.
"Miss Shen Xinyi, we currently suspect you are involved in an intentional injury case. Please co back with us to assist in the investigation; this is our arrest warrant!"
After presenting the docunt, one of them took out the handcuffs and unceremoniously cuffed her hands together.
"Let go, I didn’t, I didn’t do it!"
Fearful, Shen Xinyi struggled fiercely, trying to escape, but her captors would not let her go—the next mont, two of them stepped forward to grab her arms and escorted her out of the press conference.
The journalists had already clicked their shutters repeatedly, capturing the entire scene through their lenses.
As Shen Xinyi was led away, the journalists’ gazes converged on Luo Xiaoqian.
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