Seeing Hao Pingchuan's gloomy expression, Zong Xiangfang walked over out of curiosity. As he glanced at the statements in the transcript, a hint of playful amusement flickered deep in his eyes.
He had said all along that Chen Feng couldn't possibly be the murderer.
How could a bright, promising young man commit such a demented and ruthless act just because of some petty conflict?
Chapter 281