Xia Chengzong's fury seemed to have subsided slightly.
In the listening device, as soon as Xia Chengzu heard this, he frantically bellowed at Aunt Xia, "Mom, what nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly kill someone?"
"Mom, do you not trust me? The second son is unreliable, a scourge on society, a hoodlum; do you actually believe him over me?"
Xia Chengzu's words were clearly leading.
After some manipulation, Xia Chengzu again said indignantly, "I have no idea who killed the person!"
"In any case, it wasn't me who killed them!"
The tone was utterly shameless.
Immediately, Grandma Xia began to sooth her dear grandson and scolded Aunt Xia, "Is that any way for a mother to act? Suspecting your own son!"
"We all know what kind of person Chengzu is. He's never even killed a chicken or a duck, so how could he kill a person?"
"It's Chengzong, though, who's always mingling with shady characters. Who knows how many bad habits he's picked up!"
