A trace of anger flashed in Madam Zong's eyes. The truth was right in front of her eyes, yet he still dared to quibble?
Really, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin.
Madam Zong got her bodyguards to throw a few photos to Zong Pu.
"Help out of goodwill? Let young master Song rest? Look at these photos. When young master Song was found, he was covered in blood. His body was covered in wounds. Instead of a high bed and a soft pillow, there were blood-stained ropes and knives in the room. Even a fool wouldn't believe that you were kind enough to help young master Song. That's clearly a kidnapping, a threat and extortion!"
Zong Pu's mind was completely blank.
His arms trembled as he went to take a look at the shocking photos.
Without exception, all of the photos were of song Hefeng severely injured.
He shook his head in disbelief,'no, how could it be like this? I didn't hurt young master Song, I didn't Yingluo!"
