After identifying the corpse, the Huo Family group walked out of the police station.
Huo Zhenyang instructed his assistant to accompany the old man back to the hotel to rest.
Huo Tianpei, overwhelmed by shock and grief, was still very frail. Sitting in a wheelchair, he didn't say a word, letting his son handle everything.
Su Yan couldn't wait to leave the police station. She helped the old man get into the car, turned around, and got in herself without looking back.
Watching as Huo Tianpei's car drove away from the police station, the two exchanged glances.
"Did you see Su Yan's demeanor when she identified the corpse? She looked absolutely terrified." Jiayi whispered.
"Fear isn't legal proof of someone's guilt," Huo Zhenyang narrowed his eyes slightly. "Besides, even if it's proven that Zhenxuan's death was orchestrated by Su Yan, she wouldn't face criminal charges. She didn't directly kill Zhenxuan."
Jiayi's breath hitched—he was right.
