"How could your brother, with such brilliant medical skills, have killed my son?" Mrs. Wen asked sharply.
"My brother didn't kill your son!" Yingtao was nearly out of control as she couldn't help shouting aloud.
At this moment, Zhang Xiuer also said, "If it really was Zhao Yang's fault, the police will handle it. Aunt Wen, if it wasn't, we certainly won't take the blame."
"It's you people!" Mrs. Wen shouted herself hoarse, "I really regret it now, why did I let my son go to you and meet his death!"
"Alright, everyone calm down for a moment."
Xia Bing walked over to Mrs. Wen, whispered something to soothe her, then turned to Li Xingmao and said, "Those two who drank with the deceased last night and then went to the river to bathe, please help me find them."
"What, you want to find them?" Li Xingmao panicked, his tone of voice changing a bit.
