Li Jianwei confessed everything, including planting the bomb and all the details of where he obtained the raw materials. By the time he came to his senses and wanted to change his story, it was too late.
Because everything was said by him personally.
Looking again at Li Moli's face, which had already returned to normal, his head drooped completely, unable to say anything.
And Li Moli, who had regained her composure, did not know what had happened during the process.
But seeing her uncle confess, she thought it was all thanks to Mu Yunchu. She quickly ran out to express her gratitude.
"No need to thank me."
"If you want to thank someone, thank your father."
She hadn't had time to do anything yet.
Mu Yunchu's voice was light and ethereal.
This made Li Moli, who didn't quite understand, feel sad involuntarily.
Li Xiuqiu, who came walking over, thought about the times when they couldn't light a fire at the grave.
Maybe it was really their father helping them.
