Fu Jialiang glanced at Zhou Zhu with a sneer, and then he showed a reverent look when Yang Tian cast his eyes on him. ""Zhou Zhu and the man who defeated Brother Wu Fan used to be neighbors. It's true that that man may have used underhanded methods, but that would shouldn't have been a fatal one. Brother Wu Fan's wound was dry when he returned to his residence!"
"So-" Fu Jialiang peeked at Zhou Zhu gloomily, and the coldness of his eyes implied that Zhou Zhu seemed to be a dead man. "Zhou Zhu is lying."
"No! I am not!" Zhou Zhu hurried to say.
You're still saying that you didn't do it?" Fu Jialiang didn't give him the opportunity to respond. He pulled Zhang Wenchang, who had yet to talk. "Zhang Wenchang, tell us. Didn't that man say that Zhou Zhu was his referral when he came here? Didn't Zhou Zhu say that they used to be neighbors for dozens of years?
