"Ah Jing, what did you say!"
Ning Zitong's eyes widened in shock, unable to accept such a premise!
Mu Jingheng's brows also furrowed tightly.
"This is a document I asked an old friend at the police station to help retrieve from their archives from back then."
He patiently explained, pointing at the file.
"This is the testimony Qianshui provided at the time. The contents of what she said then differ greatly from what she told us."
Ning Zitong's pupils contracted, her heartbeat trembling violently.
"How could this... It's impossible. How could Qianshui be connected to Yuan's death? The incident happened so suddenly back then, and Qianshui hurried back to tell us about it. How could this be? How could she have..."
"Ah Tong, you can take a look at the testimony materials from back then."
Mu Jingheng sighed softly.
