Jiang Nuo showed no reaction.
Mu Mingyu furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Was it his imagination, or had his granduncle and grandaunt been in a daze for too long?
"Are you going to deceive yourself like this?" the man laughed, "He was caught red-handed, with conclusive evidence. I know you want to side with your granduncle and grandaunt, but you can't deceive yourself like this, can you? If you have anything to say, just confess, because if those old men decide anything, you won't have another chance to pass on any information."
Mu Mingyu stared at him steadily: "Why do you insist on believing that my granduncle is the culprit behind Mu Hou's murder?"
"The person caught at the scene, who else could it be?" the man mocked.
"Oh, so if one day you find yourself at a crime scene, ready to call the police, but are suddenly surrounded and caught, then you'll be declared the murderer without question, right?"
"That's just quibbling."
