Jiang Fei's eyebrows furrowed.
His gaze focused on a segment of the footage above.
The timestamp was clear.
The eve of the incident.
It was the recording of Fu Yuhua and Lou Xingyue's meeting. It seemed like they were discussing something. Though the process was brief and even if he couldn't make out their conversation, there was no need to listen further.
"She's part of the murder too."
Jiang Fei held his phone tighter, his tone increasingly icy and detached.
There was a violent energy swirling in his eyes.
These two damn women!
Even hardened to show such cruelty towards elders. Brought up in families of such prestige, they got the best education, were supposed to have impeccable character, yet they ended up being animals.
Jiang Ruan placed her cup of milk down.
She reached out, her palm moving towards the fireplace.
The warm glow of the fire couldn't warm her blood.
"Hmm, find an excuse to invite her out for a gathering."
