It was just as the call was ended.
Beside him, Huang Weiming was a bit agitated too.
Full of hopeful anticipation, he asked.
"Mr. Luo, if Officer Su's suspicions are correct and his findings are true, does that mean we can conclude that I am not a suspect? That the murder case at Hu Xueli's house has nothing to do with me?"
Huang Weiming was somewhat expectant.
But Luo Fei seriously replied.
"Mr. Huang, I hope you calm down first. After all, things aren't as simple as you think."
Luo Fei was very earnest, his tone was serious.
But Huang Weiming was a bit helpless.
"Mr. Luo, it's not that. I've already provided ample evidence. I'm also doing my utmost to cooperate with your investigation. But why are you still unwilling to believe me?"
Huang Weiming looked worried.
He was about to cry.
But Luo Fei coldly retorted.
"Mr. Huang, do you want Zhong Yueling dead?"
Originally, Huang Weiming was somewhat agitated.
It was as if he had finally glimpsed a ray of hope.
