Men don't easily shed tears.
If his heart had not been wounded, why would he lose his composure in front of his juniors?
"Cyanide? What is that! I don't know! I didn't poison anyone... I couldn't do such a thing! Duoduo is my good friend, how could I harm her?"
Lian Xinying clenched her fists, her body tense, and the shock and heartache on her face made her seem on the brink of collapse.
Yan Ye pulled her into his arms, his calm, cold gaze fixed on the man opposite him who had lost his daughter: "Yingying had no motive to kill. If the police can't investigate and find the true result, I won't hesitate to help you find the truth."
"You only know how to protect her!" Yun's father had lost all reason by now.
Yan Ye gave a wry smile, "Yingying told me she had a bad heart and asked me to help find a specialist. If Yingying wanted her dead, there was no need for her to exert herself, because your daughter wouldn't have lived long due to her condition."
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