Under the tent of the barbecue stall, by the weak light.
The three of them noticed a subtle change in Captain Li Jian's expression.
They all gently placed the half-finished bottles of cola on the table.
Wan's eyes widened with surprise, and he urgently asked, "Captain, what's going on? Is his wife really a suspect?"
Zhang Yean scratched her head, her eyes filled with curiosity and doubt.
She followed up, asking, "Could it really be as we suspected before, that due to illness and unbearable torment, he was murdered by his spouse?"
"But just now, we heard you say he only had six months left to live. Couldn't she wait even these few short months?"
At this moment, Jiang An sat on a chair in the corner, leaning slightly forward, subconsciously shaking the cola bottle with his right hand.
The liquid inside swayed with his movements, mirroring the turmoil in his mind.
