Yue Xiaofang was still in a daze, and the policeman took another step forward.
"Comrade, why do you seem familiar to me?"
Yue Xiaofang felt the same way, and it took her quite a while to remember.
"Officer Ma?"
It had been too long; both of their appearances and memories had some differences.
But Yue Xiaofang remembered these eyes.
At that time, she was muddled, and this person stood in front of her and said, no matter what, they would find the real culprit.
Those eyes were not particularly large but were exceptionally bright.
Just like the person in front of her now.
"Are you Comrade Yue Xiaofang?"
Ma Qiang's eyes widened.
Looking at the calm and serene lady in front of him, it was hard to relate her to the slightly deranged woman who had lost her beloved daughter.
The handcuffed thug tried to escape again, but Ma Qiang kicked him.
"Behave, still trying to run?"
