At that moment, the secretary Xiaolan brought in two cups of fine Longjing tea.
"Guests! Please enjoy!"
A faint fragrance wafted over as Li Jian lifted the teacup and took a sip.
From his earlier observations, his intuition told him.
The woman before him probably wasn't the murderer.
Even though she had an unpleasant past with the deceased, Zhang Qian.
However.
As she said, seeking revenge for past grievances against someone inferior to herself would be quite irrational.
Moreover, there was no need for her to gamble with her future and prospects.
While Mr. Li was pondering, Chen He said, "Have you heard about the case from 8 years ago?"
Qin Hong nodded.
"I only got the news from the news back then."
Chen He asked, "What do you think about this case?"
Qin Hong said, "Back then, at school, due to incompatible personalities, we rarely interacted."
"So, I don't know much about her."
"Moreover, our life values are different."
"What do you mean?"
Mr. Li asked.
