Zhou Mingchen had been fretful all day, pondering the words Xia Lu had spoken the night before.
"Why not?" Xia Lu was dissatisfied as he directly negated her idea, "If he didn't do it, why would there be evidence left behind? It's not like someone would accuse a good person of a crime without reason."
"Where is the evidence?"
"It's in the recording that Brother Long gave me," Xia Lu said.
"If you are referring to the bank transfer records, they are not originals, and it is impossible to verify their authenticity and validity," Zhou Mingchen said, "Besides, they could have other explanations."
"Spending money can do more than just that one thing. After so much time, if he can't even conjure an excuse, then he isn't Zhang Jiunian."
"And there's Brother Long, he's a witness!" Xia Lu suddenly thought of him. "Didn't you say he had already recovered? If necessary, we can ask him to testify, no matter the cost."
