Ling Kong frowned, "Who would believe such a thing? Can you believe it?"
Ye Lu bit her lip, took a deep breath, and spoke with conviction, "I believe what he said."
That man, Third Young Master Jun, had done many evil things, but he also had his own unique pride and would never deny the things he dared to do. He said that day that Old Ling was not killed by him, then it must not be him. She believed this point.
Although she didn't know why, when she had questioned him before, he had always said he was the killer.
"Aunt Ye, we can't just believe it wasn't him because he says so. Because, Uncle Jun has already had the bullet marks and casings left at the scene identified, and even asked us if the weapons produced by our company were involved. After my father checked, those casings were indeed from the batch sold to Uncle Jun!"
Ye Lu's body trembled slightly, her complexion turned pale, and her heart raced with alarm.
