"How could my aunt have an accident? It's impossible!"
"How could I stab my uncle?"
"Although I really hate him, I would never stab him with a knife."
Zhang Lingling's eyes were red as she repeatedly emphasized these words.
Whether at home or at school, she was a troublemaker, often doing outrageous things to attract attention.
But to actually hurt someone, she didn't have the courage to do that.
So, no matter what, she was unwilling to believe that she could stab her uncle and cause her aunt's death.
"Sigh!"
Lu Heng let out a soft sigh, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.
Then, he slowly spoke, "The root of the events should start tonight."
"Tonight, some of your friends will call you, inviting you to go clubbing."
"One of your friends gets harassed by a drunkard, and you can't stand it, so you get into a conflict."
"You get slapped by the drunk, and in anger, you smash a beer bottle over his head, causing a bloody mess."
