Qiao Guangbi sipped his coffee and said calmly, "Killing a person, a human life is a serious matter, so it's inevitable that it took some time."
The smile on Dong Peng's face could no longer be maintained, and his cheeks twitched as he said, "Mr. Qiao, you have quite a sense of humor."
Qiao Guangbi, who had been stirring his coffee with his head down, suddenly stopped his action. He slowly raised his head to stare at Dong Peng and said seriously, "It was I who took care of Chen Yuanxin."
Dong Peng felt a tingling sensation running up his spine to the top of his head, as if someone was yanking on his vertebrae, and with an uglier expression than crying, he said, "You… you actually…"
