But when it comes to a human life, even if Lin Xiang doesn't like Aunt Lin's family, she can't just conclude that the person who harmed Huang Jiayun is Yu Yuan because of Zhu Zhu's few words.
"Just because Yu Yuan is your cousin, you want to help him?" After Lin Xiang expressed her opinion, Zhu Zhu slammed his fist on the table.
The wooden table, already in use for many years, cracked a bit under Zhu Zhu's fury.
Lin Xiang looked at the furious Zhu Zhu, extremely calm.
"You said it yourself, you have no evidence, this is just your guess, whether Yu Yuan is the murderer needs the police to investigate, not you to judge. If the murderer isn't Yu Yuan, your guess is unfair to Yu Yuan and Huang Jiayun, it will only let the real murderer go free."
Lin Xiang's tone was very calm, but Zhu Zhu was not.
His hand was tightly clenched into a fist, "Just because Yu Yuan is your cousin, you speak up for him. You don't really want to help Yunyun at all!"
