The way everyone looked at the man changed instantly! The man's face was pale. It was obvious that he had a guilty conscience by just looking at his face. This proved that Ji Yan was right!
The man's face was ashen in the discussions of the surrounding crowd, but he still tried to be brave. "You can't accuse me of murder! You can't simply frame me!"
"Whether you're guilty or not, the police have their judgment." Ji Yan retracted his feet calmly and tidied up his sleeves coldly. He said in a cold voice, "As for me, I'm just handing you over to the police." He had called the police earlier. At this moment, a few police officers came up and nodded at Ji Yan. Then, they handcuffed the man and brought him down. No matter how the man struggled and argued, no one cared.
