The testimony was all done, and Lu Qing once again reviewed the content.
"It's strange."
Intuition told her that things were not so simple.
"What's strange? Doesn't it all match up with Zhang Mingzhong's testimony?"
"Don't you think that bracelet is odd?"
"Not really." Ho Beiguo sincerely praised, "I think Miss Wen is a good person, with a strong sense of justice."
After Wen Changling finished her testimony, Xie Shang escorted her back to Lotus Pond Street. He hadn't said much along the way. As dusk approached, the homely fragrance of Lotus Pond Street became intense under the sunset-stained sky, where wispy clouds spread out and cooking smoke rose from the chimneys.
Wen Changling followed Xie Shang into his yard.
She had said a lot at the police station, and Xie Shang poured her a glass of warm water.
"Why aren't you asking?"
Xie Shang sat down, "I'm waiting for you to take the initiative to tell me."
