“Who committed a murder? Who did they kill?” Qin Jinhuan grabbed Wen Zeyu, and asked desperately just after he opened the door.

“It’s… It’s Cheng… Xiang…” Wen Zeyu’s neck was hurting from being choked by Qin Jinhuan, to the point where it was difficult for him to even talk. “He m-may have killed…”

“Huan, let go of Zeyu first. Let him speak slowly.” Mu Yu stepped forward and held Qin Jinhuan’s hand. She then looked at Wen Zeyu ...