Hearing Du Youyu's words, Song Yunxuan smiled and turned to look at him.

"You think your sister can be released after killing a person?"

It was windy on the rooftop, and a gust of wind snatched at Song Yunxuan's hair while she was turning around.

Du Youyu narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Yunxuan. It seemed that he felt less angry because of the wind.

Song Yunxuan's rhetorical question made him realize that his younger sister ought to be ...