By the end, Chen Wenchi had started crying.
It took a long time before he managed to control his emotions. He wiped his face and stared at Xu Dayuan with wide eyes.
"You see, you asked me who had a grudge against my aunt. It's Qin Xuejin! No one else but him.
When he was sent to prison, he still hoped my aunt would provide a false alibi for him, but she refused, and he even assaulted her for it. They might have been divorced, but he always held a grudge in his heart. He's the most likely murderer. Stop wasting time here with me; go catch the killer!"
Watching the agitated Chen Wenchi, Xu Dayuan felt a sense of helplessness. Now the case seemed to be back to square one, and the suspicion surprisingly fell on Qin Xuejin. It appeared that Chen Wenchi knew very little.
"Qin Xuejin is dead!"
Chen Wenchi was stupefied, collapsing onto the chair. Just as Xu Dayuan was preparing to have him sign the transcript, Chen Wenchi suddenly sat up, speaking subconsciously.
