"Miss Su, do you have anything else to say?"
Zhou Ping'an's spirit was like a flame, his soul pure, and he could clearly distinguish between good and evil intentions.
Of course, he didn't suffer from any nonsense about repaying evil with kindness, nor was he inclined to spare those who deserved punishment.
Since they were enemies, the best kind of enemy was a dead one.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was Tan Shaoyang who forced me to frame Officer Zhou. My mother and sister are at home; they were threatened by him, and I got confused and made a mistake," she said.
It was unexpected.
Su Wenjing showed no intention of making excuses.
Perhaps she realized that the tide had turned and that it was crucial to save her own life.
She promptly shifted all the blame onto Tan Shaoyang.
Crying with her face bathed in tears, she looked the picture of misery.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall who had been scared to death suddenly came back to life.
