"Talk."
After sending the message, Mu Yanzhou put away his phone, lowered his gaze towards Chong Wanyin, and spoke with a calmness that was terrifying, "What secret of yours did Yinxi discover that year, which led you to murder her so brutally?"
Chong Wanyin shook her head violently, "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't kill Yinxi. Yanzhou, you've really misunderstood me. Yinxi was my best friend; how could I possibly kill her!"
Fearing that Mu Yanzhou wouldn't believe her, Chong Wanyin's tears fell in large drops, "Yanzhou, I admired you so much back then, but when you got together with Yinxi, I just stepped back silently. But Yinxi and I were still good friends."
At this point, Chong Wanyin's voice became increasingly choked up, "Yinxi died in an accident, and my heart aches no less than yours. But Yanzhou, how could you suspect that I killed her? How could I possibly murder Yinxi?"
Chong Wanyin was very skilled at manipulating people's hearts.
