Fang Qingze smiled warmly. "Yes, big brother killed him because of some things and is just about to find a place to dispose of the body. Do you want to help?"
Probably thinking of Mihua, he felt a natural goodwill toward a little girl his age, though what he said didn't express much goodwill at all.
"No," the little girl shook her head. "How old are you? Don't you even know that you should do your own things?"
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