"No wonder, no wonder." Wu Qingyuan grabbed the wine glass on the table, drained the remaining half glass of liquor in one gulp, and slammed the empty glass on the table with a bang, his face excited. "Buddy, you're investigating your parents' deaths, aren't you!"
Hearing Wu Qingyuan say this, Chu Nan couldn't help but get a little excited: "Brother Wu, do you know there's something suspicious about my father's death?"
Wu Qingyuan sneered a few times, "I don't know about your father's cause of death, but your mother's death definitely has something suspicious about it."
With a snap, the chopsticks in Chu Nan's hand broke in two. Wu Qingyuan frowned slightly and said, "Buddy, don't get angry yet, after all, there's no evidence now."
Chu Nan acknowledged with a grunt, his expression darkened as he said, "Brother, tell me everything you know. I can handle it."
