He sneered, "If it's not mine, don't tell me it's yours?"
Huang Xiaojue said gravely, "It belongs to Yan Xixi!"
"Huang Xiaojue, don't you dare spout nonsense."
Huang Xiaojue ignored him, instead handing a bag to the lead plainclothes officer, "Look. This is the DNA analysis report from the hospital. A forensic pathologist and I collected samples from Wan Donglin's car door. Yan Xixi is an employee of our company. Our company files store her blood type, and I also have her hair samples. When compared with Yan Xixi's samples, this blood is unequivocally hers."
The medical report was absolutely authentic. Appended were photographs of Wan Donglin's car, its license plate number, and a doctor's signature. The evidence was conclusive, leaving no room for doubt. Wan Donglin could not deny it.
All eyes fixed sharply on Wan Donglin's face, reflecting a mixture of suspicion, doubt, fear, bewilderment, and even a faint disdain—as if they were looking at a genuine murderer.
