Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of the Villain Who Dotes on His Daughter

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Jiang Rou was so impressed by these eyes that she seemed to see the man twenty years later.

　She still remembered the first time she saw Li Xiao. Her master took her to be questioned. The man was sitting in the interrogation room. When he opened the door, he looked up. Even though he was already forty years old at that time, with the vicissitudes of life on his face, she still couldn't help but be amazed.

　She never thought that a person wearing wrinkled old clothes and looking poor and miserable could still be so beautiful that people could not take their eyes off him.

　He was cold and sinister, with a careless smile on his lips and mockery in his cruel eyes.

　He has an innate hostility towards the police, which comes not only from his daughter but also from his upbringing.

　According to the information, his father was a violent and alcoholic who died in an accident when he was nine years old. His mother remarried twice, but both men were not very good and no one cared about him.

　He grew up with a group of local thugs. Fights were common, and going to jail was a common occurrence.

　Although he surrendered himself voluntarily, he did not cooperate much.

　It is both provocative and disdainful.

　The night before the interrogation, Jiang Rou read a lot of relevant materials, reviewed what she had learned before, such as recording effective information, interrogation techniques, observing the micro-expressions of prisoners, etc., and made full preparations. She also concluded that criminals like Li Xiao who committed murder for revenge generally like to show off their crime process after the evidence is conclusive, which will give them a perverted pleasure and vent their anger.

　Jiang Rou had already prepared herself mentally, but she didn't expect that the man was completely different.

　No matter what I asked, he just remained silent.

　Leaving everyone helpless.

　It was not until three days later that he suddenly spoke, and his first words were asking for a cigarette.

　After I handed him a cigarette, he didn't smoke it, but just held it in his hand and looked at it.

　After that, he was very cooperative.

　No one knows what he was thinking at the time.

　If Li Xiao twenty years later was deep and experienced, then when he was young, he was like a sharp blade, with ferocity and rebellion hidden in his eyes.

　He doesn't look like someone you'd want to mess with.

　Jiang Rou had seen photos of Li Xiao when he was young, but he didn't look like he does now. People didn't take many photos in the past, and there were even fewer photos of Li Xiao. The only one was a photo of him standing in the snow with his four-year-old daughter.

　The little girl was carried on his shoulders, pulling his short hair with both hands, smiling like a little sun.

　The man under him was also smiling, but his smile was very shallow, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. His handsome and evil face showed a somewhat careless, casual, lazy expression, and a bit of imperceptible doting, just like thousands of other ordinary fathers, except that his appearance was too high, and it was impossible to tell that he would be a madman who killed dozens of people in the future.

　Now, the same pair of eyes, separated by twenty years of time.

　Jiang Rou suddenly felt a little complicated. She pursed her lips and was hesitating whether to say something when the man just glanced at her lightly, turned around, bent down and picked up the door panel on the ground.