Li Pengcha was a cautious man; how could he possibly make a mistake?
Hearing Li Pengcha's words, Xu Qiaoqiao's eyes suddenly widened as she looked at him.
Something that happened over twenty years ago—could he really have evidence?
What kind of evidence could be preserved for twenty years?
She furrowed her brows.
Li Pengcha's thoughts drifted back to four hours earlier.
In the interrogation room, Liu Yingxue shouted that she had killed He Xue.
Li Pengcha's gaze flickered with a trace of disdain, and he sneered, "It was clearly her heart attack that killed her, yet you claim you killed her? Do you think I would believe that?"
Liu Yingxue, desperate to prove her claim, blurted out without thinking, "I have evidence! I have evidence that I killed her!"
Only then did Li Pengcha seem to trust her, releasing his grip on her arm.
Liu Yingxue nearly couldn't stand upright.
