An Ning took a glance and then handed over the paper in her hand, "Take a look at this."
Sikong Wuyou reached out to take the paper, and with just one glance, he had almost pieced together the cause and effect, "These were given to your mother by An Bingfeng the day he went to see her?"
An Ning nodded, "I saw this thing when I was applying medicine to my mother at that time, but I didn't know what it was, so I directly put it into the space. Later, after opening and looking at it, I realized it was these."
"If these things really were given to your mother by An Bingfeng, then it doesn't make sense to hand things over first before taking action." After all, once these things surface, it's easy to link the matter back to him.
An Bingfeng isn't foolish; he wouldn't leave evidence after committing murder.
Besides, if he truly intended to kill Mrs. Yan, there was no need to give her these things.
"That's why I say the murderer is definitely not him," An Ning said.
