In the courtroom, Lan Qing's deep baritone voice echoed in everyone's ears.
Chen Ziming realized he was once again being led by the nose by him, and in his mind, he grew furious, immediately screaming.
"I didn't, I didn't... I didn't... she fell by herself, it has nothing to do with me!"
Lan Qing held the photo with both hands, presenting it in front of him.
"Then what's with this bruise?"
"I... I don't know, I don't know!"
Lan Qing lowered his right hand holding the photo, his dark eyes staring intently at Chen Ziming's eyes through the air.
