Near this alley, the surroundings were quiet, and Jiang Jingheng and Jorge's voices came from the recording pen.
Mu Yan clenched her hands tightly, maintaining her previous posture, not daring to look at Jiang Jingheng's eyes. She feared seeing any panic in his expression, which would confirm the authenticity of the recording.
Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly, and the recorder was turned off by someone.
Jiang Jingheng remained silent, but Mu Yan couldn't hold back anymore.
She turned her head to look at him and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"
Jiang Jingheng looked at her, "Who sent this to you?"
"Is that important?" Mu Yan retorted. "Tell me, is that your voice on it?"
Jiang Jingheng said directly, "It's me."
Mu Yan laughed bitterly, "So, Mu Chen died on the operating table because you and Jorge planned a murder?"
"It wasn't murder."
