"Li Chuang?"
The wife was the first to break the silence, her voice trembling severely.
"How is that possible... He just helped us fix our leaky roof last week..."
The father of the deceased slammed the table suddenly, his bifocals sliding to the tip of his nose: "Mr. Ma, you must be mistaken!"
"Even if you want to catch the perpetrator, it can't possibly be Li Chuang!"
His voice was hoarse with emotion, "I've watched that child grow up; he's always been so kind-hearted..."
"Yes," the mother said, wiping her tears.
"Last year when I was hospitalized, Li Chuang drove me to the hospital every day for check-ups."
"How could such a good person..." She couldn't finish and covered her face, sobbing softly.
A middle-aged woman sitting in the corner couldn't help interjecting.
"Absolutely impossible! Last month when we moved grain, Li Chuang helped us without a word, and left without even drinking a sip of water after the work was done."
