"This isn't about him suffering; if we don't find the real killer, we can't avenge him. Only then will he be unwilling to rest."
Bei Shengri knew his wife was in pain, as was he.
But what if Mu Xiaoyao really isn't the killer?
Moreover, there are things Ling Lin, as a woman, doesn't understand; he sees them clearly.
Bei Tianyou wagered such a huge bet; he must uncover the truth.
This is the Bei Family's domain, the territory of Bei Tianyou and the Old Madam. If Bei Tianyou's people really want to conduct an autopsy, can they stop them?
If disputes arise, it will only result in unnecessary casualties.
Even if people are hurt, Bei Tianyou will still have the autopsy conducted.
Telling them now is just a superficial respect; after all, this place is different from the Ling Family.
He looked at Ling Lin, his gaze gentle.
"Trust me, if they can't find the killer, I won't let it go like this."
The two talked for a while, and Ling Lin finally wavered.
