"Have you finished cleaning up the male corpse on the cross inside?"
Qin Huan, who was interrupted in the middle of the conversation, seemed a bit puzzled by Zhang Feng's question.
But he still nodded, casually pointed in a direction, and said:
"It's right over there, waiting for the forensic autopsy."
"Perfect, since you and Forensic Doctor Lin are here, then you can..."
Zhang Feng interrupted Qin Huan's voice again at this time, but his voice was noticeably lower:
"That was Lin Rui's father."
"What?!"
Qin Huan and Mu Qianqian exclaimed again, gasping.
They almost couldn't believe their ears.
Both of them simultaneously turned their gaze to Lin Rui.
Lin Rui's complexion was slightly pale at this moment, unable to muster any expression, which made Mu Qianqian feel truly sympathetic.
She gently hugged Lin Rui's shoulder, without speaking, offering silent warmth.
Qin Huan also swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
