Hai Shaoqing just laughed, "You are really naive, do you think I care so much about evidence? Even if the death of the Hai family had nothing to do with him, just for the way he treated me, I won't let him off.
Besides, there's an old saying, 'A mortal crime may be forgiven; a venial sin is hard to escape.' With current legislation, sending him to prison might just let him enjoy a cushy life.
Moreover, it's better for us to settle the grievance between father and son quietly, privately. There's no need to trouble the police.
So whether you say something or not, does it make any difference?"
Xue Meirou was already looking a bit mad, grinding her teeth and growling low, "If you don't care about these pieces of evidence, why bother coming to me to talk about them?"
