"Yes." Zou Sheng coldly showed his police badge, took out a pen and paper, and asked, "Can we talk inside?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The man hurriedly moved aside, his fingers accidentally knocking against the door frame at the side. He was clearly uneasy.
After Zou Sheng entered the house, he realized that the furniture in the house was very old. It did not look like something the two of them had bought, but like an inherited ancestral home.
The man asked Zou Sheng to sit on the sofa in the living room and personally poured him a glass of hot water. Then, he sat opposite the woman and rubbed his hands nervously. "Is the person who died in the field really my mother?"
Zou Sheng looked at the information and asked, "Is Lin Ya your mother?"
