But something was very wrong with the Zhuo Fanghua case.
It was entirely possible to trace the vines to find the melon, to pull up the radish and toss out the mud along with it.
As expected, upon hearing the name "Zhuo Fanghua", Du Zongjiang's face turned pale.
"How do you know this person?"
Cao Ziming replied indifferently, "Don't worry about how I know, Du Zongjiang. Come with me and cooperate with me to thoroughly investigate this matter. Otherwise, not even Du Zongsheng will be able to save you."
Cao Ziming no longer referred to Du Zongsheng as his elder brother.
He is simple, not stupid.
Two years have passed since Zhuo Fanghua's inexplicable death, with no explanation or follow-up.
Logically speaking, it would be entirely possible for Du Zongsheng to be unaware of everything.
But two years have passed.
Cao Ziming was unwilling to believe that Du Zongsheng truly did not know.
