Mo Qishen looked particularly calm today, so calm that the corners of his mouth even carried a hint of a smile. "Nephew, do you know Li Xianxian?"
Mo Baichuan's brow twitched suddenly. "I do." Did Mo Qishen already know something?
The surveillance footage that even the police missed—could Mo Qishen have found it?
Moreover, Bei Ling had already brought over the originals...
Could Mo Qishen be testing her?
"The murderer is Li Xianxian," Mo Qishen continued.
"It's not her!" Mo Baichuan immediately retorted. "Li Xianxian is a good person! She even saved my life once, Sixth Uncle. Please don't wrongly accuse a good person."
"I've already handed the evidence over to the police. Tomorrow, you don't need to report to Mainland anymore."
Mo Baichuan's face turned pale. "Sixth Uncle!"
"See him out!"
"Mr. Mo, this way please," said several bodyguards, stepping forward.
