She had never seen her husband with such a serious expression before, nor had she seen such a scene.
Her legs went soft, and she confessed everything. I ... I ... I ... I ... I knew that there would be a fire at Ming Jin's place, so when we arrived at the morgue, I didn't even look at it carefully before I told the police that the body was Ming Jin ...
"What!"
Zhang Qian 'an's eyes were so wide that they almost fell out of his eye sockets.
"Yingluo, you said that you casually pointed out the corpse back then, Yingluo, no, how did you know that there would be a fire at Ming Jin's place?
In that case, the fire was not an accident at all, but a premeditated one. You're the one who set the fire?"
"It wasn't me! I didn't set the fire!" Once she heard that she had been mistaken for a murderer, Ming yonglan quickly denied it.
