Zhu Xiaoming lifted both of his arms, as if he thought for a moment before speaking:
"On the inside of my left arm, close to the armpit, the lower cut is quite deep, I saw that piece of flesh was almost falling off."
Liu Yufei waved her hand, and Mr. Shan on the other side let out a sigh of relief. He made an OK gesture with his hand, and at that moment, he was printing quickly, checking it over, and passing the transcript to Fang Mu. Fang Mu placed the transcript and a pen in Zhu Xiaoming's hands, while holding an inkpad in his other hand.
"Check it over, if there are no mistakes sign your name and make a fingerprint."
Zhu Xiaoming glanced at it, having no intention of studying the content carefully, he looked at Fang Mu with some concern.
"I didn't kill anyone, I won't be convicted, right?"
Fang Mu shook his head, and upon seeing this gesture, Zhu Xiaoming smiled, hastily signed his name and made his fingerprint. Fang Mu said leisurely:
