"Mr. Luo, do you think there's something off about Lu Deming?"
She followed him out of the office.
Li Yu couldn't help but ask.
Luo Fei was non-committal.
"Yes, I can see it too; he might be deliberately hiding something."
"But I don't want to jump to conclusions just yet."
Luo Fei said, his tone was meaningful.
Li Yu was already used to it, she and Luo Fei shared a certain understanding.
So even if she had doubts in her mind, she remained unperturbed on the surface.
After a while.
As the two arrived at the police station.
Zhang Li had already left the interrogation room.
After giving a statement, she still looked teary-eyed.
As if she was immensely saddened by her husband's death.
But when Zhang Li's crying looked quite ugly.
Luo Fei kept a stern face and said seriously, "Ms. Zhang, if I were you, I'd stop pretending. You're not truly sad, are you? I can actually see that after your husband died, you felt a great relief."
