Zhao Chuchu had a slight smile on her face.
Zhao Baogen's face, on the other hand, was flushed red.
Even if he refused to write it himself, the other seven or eight people here had all written it, which meant that he wouldn't be able to get away with it either!
Zhao Chuchu had asked the village chief to draw up a confession in quadruplicate, according to what she said. Besides Zhao Chuchu, the Zhao clan and the village chief, even that man, each had a copy in their possession.
After receiving the confession, Zhao Chuchu blew a little on the fingerprints, which were still not dried completely.
She surveyed everyone from the Zhao clan. "Remember, this is the last chance I will give you. If there is a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless and send all of you to prison."
