Soft measures won't work, so naturally, we have to go hard!
Ling Feng put on a stern face and looked at Song Qingshan: "I was being courteous earlier, but now please don't obstruct us in carrying out our duties!"
He stepped forward and directly grabbed the old man's wrist.
Song Qingshan's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything under Ling Feng's strong presence.
After a thorough examination, Ling Feng looked up in surprise and glanced at Zhang He.
Then he said, "The old man died peacefully of old age, with no external factors!"
"I told you, and you didn't believe me. Do you all have nothing better to do all day?" Song Qingshan retorted irritably.
Ling Feng was speechless, glanced back at him, but said nothing.
Then he left the house, and the group went outside.
Zhang He hurriedly asked, "What's going on? The old man really wasn't murdered?"
