"Shao Yiping, do you have anything else to confess?"
"No, nothing." Shao Yiping shook his head. Last night, he saw with his own eyes the Hai Family's son transporting Zhou Yuan's corpse away.
The young man walked past him, and the profound look in his eyes left a lasting impression on Shao Yiping.
"If not, we're going to submit it."
"Wait..." Shao Yiping suddenly shouted excitedly, "I still have something else to confess."
"Speak!" Group Leader Liu unconsciously straightened his posture. Up until now, Shao Yiping's emotions had been stable, which made him feel somewhat relieved. However, President Zhu's words continued to linger in his mind, making him increasingly anxious the more he thought about it.
So for the past couple of days, he had been closely observing Shao Yiping's situation.
"I didn't just give my weapon to Zhou Yuan; someone else also took one from me."
"Who?"
"Song Huwen."
