He naturally turned his head, his gaze landing on Wang Xinfa's face across from him. The smile on his face deepened slightly, and he said:
"Alas, look at me, my information is outdated. I still haven't unraveled the ins and outs of the whole affair, my mind is a tangled mess. Why don't you, Mr. Wang, help me sort it out?"
Wang Xinfa sneered inwardly, "This old fox, indeed, came straight at me from the start."
Just as he was about to respond, Zhang Deming, as if afraid he'd deny, laughed and eagerly added:
"Mr. Wang, don't overthink. I just heard that you happened to be at the Jade Garden last night. Isn't it a coincidence, right at the crime scene? You must have the clearest understanding.
Perhaps you saw the killer last night."
Zhang Deming's words seemed offhandedly casual but were highly venomous, essentially tying Wang Xinfa to the crime scene.
