Hearing Zhao Ying's words, Chen Yan was completely stunned.
He realized that his ominous premonition had come true.
And Yang Rou's analysis also turned out to be accurate…
Moreover, this bad premonition was far heavier than Chen Yan had anticipated.
Thinking thus, Chen Yan suppressed the anxiety in his heart and then asked, "Brother Ying, don't panic, take your time to tell me. How could Uncle Zhao be involved in a murder?"
Over the phone, Zhao Ying shook his head, clearly a bit confused, and said, "I'm not sure."
"The case officers called me over to sign some documents, just following procedures, they said nothing else."
Chen Yan pressed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache, then he said to Zhao Ying, "Don't worry. I'm heading to Tiandu now. Wait for me."
After that, Chen Yan hung up the phone, quickly changed his clothes, and had his assistant book the fastest train available to Tiandu before driving to the train station.
