Fang Qing stared at Xu Nanzhi with a burning gaze.
Xu Nanzhi smiled indifferently and said, "Even if I had the motive to kill, how would I have the strength to kill a sixth-grade master? I'm just an ordinary woman."
"Sister Nanzhi, you're not ordinary at all. You don't have the strength to kill Zhao Chong yourself, but you have people, such as Li Yuancang."
Fang Qing was certain that Zhao Chong's death was definitely related to Xu Nanzhi.
"You have a vivid imagination. If you're here to make me listen to stories like that, I'm not interested."
Xu Nanzhi stood up and prepared to leave.
"Sister Nanzhi, wait. Since you're not interested in telling stories, I'll show you something. You'll definitely be interested."
Fang Qing took out her phone and handed it to Xu Nanzhi.
