After finishing his words, Sikong Wuyou frowned deeply, "But there's one thing I still can't understand."
"What is it?" An Ning asked.
Sikong Wuyou: "With An Bingfeng's identity and status, if he wanted your mother's life, he could easily send one of his skilled men instead of having to do it himself. Moreover, the disparity between their statuses is too great. Even though there were some emotional entanglements, your mother hadn't done anything to cling to him. He seems to have no motive to act."
However, there's one thing Sikong Wuyou was certain of, which is that An Bingfeng did indeed go to Shili Village at that time.
Moreover, although Mrs. Yan adamantly denied having met An Bingfeng, based on her behavior, Sikong Wuyou was convinced that the two of them absolutely met then.
An Ning sighed, "He indeed met my mother at that time, but to say he was the one who killed her, I don't believe it."
Sikong Wuyou looked at An Ning, "You trust him so much?"
