Sitting uneasily in his seat, Li Manfu seemed as if he were on pins and needles, unable to sit still.
"I've read the diary you gave me," Zhou Mingchen said, taking the worn notebook out of his bag, "most of it is just your conjecture, with no basis whatsoever."
Li Manfu nodded, "Yes... actually, I gave you this diary without any ulterior motive. It wasn't to exonerate myself, just that I thought you have the right to see it. Whether it's justified or not, I'm powerless to say." His eyes kept shifting around as he spoke, lacking confidence.
Zhou Mingchen handed the diary back to him, "It's time to return it to its rightful owner."
Li Manfu looked at him, reaching out to take the worn notebook and placing it on the seat beside him.
"Have you ever seen this person?" Zhou Mingchen pulled out a photo of Zhang Jiunian, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of him.
Li Manfu looked at it for a while, frowning slightly, "I don't know him... this face is unfamiliar."
