Xu Dongsheng was speechless, watched by everyone, and he was about to cry, "I, I, I, I didn't kill anybody... When I found her, she was already dead, I don't know how long she'd been dead!"
As soon as Xu Dongsheng finished speaking, Doctor Lu, who was checking Jiang Xueying's condition, turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, "Already dead? Xiao Xue's body still has residual warmth."
"Not completely cold yet?"
Xiao Ji suddenly turned his head to look at Doctor Lu, exclaimed in surprise, and then, full of grief and indignation, his eyes reddened. He pulled the machete from the wall, pointing the blade at Xu Dongsheng, wishing he could stab it directly into the other's cheek.
He gritted his teeth and yelled, "Still spouting nonsense! How could you not know how long she's been dead! You must have just rushed down and attacked her! In such a short time, apart from you, who else could have come to this restaurant?"
