Curious about Yao Dazhuang's cause of death, Qin Xin couldn't help but send a word to Hong Jingtian: "Speak."
Hong Jingtian was waiting for her to ask, grinning: "Guess!"
Qin Xin rolled her eyes: "You're a doctor, not a novelist, why play suspense."
Hong Jingtian coughed for several seconds on the other end of the phone: "I wouldn't dare, QUEEN, listen to me, I assure you, you'll be scared out of your wits!"
"I was originally planning to send evidence of Yao Dazhuang's mother hiring a hitman and Yao Dazhuang's involvement in the matter to the Imperial City police station for them to deal with. Attempted murder should at least carry a life sentence, right?"
"Who would have thought, before I could gather the evidence, I heard that Yao Dazhuang was dead."
"The manner of death was extremely terrifying!"
