The crowd in the small auditorium held their breath, the atmosphere was so silent that you could hear a pin drop!
Everyone saw on their phones’ live news that Professor Fan Gang was arrested on the spot and taken away as a major suspect.
At the sa ti, soone sorted out the tiline of Li Xiuli’s murder and discovered an exceptionally important detail:
That is, after she left ho, no cara captured her, she took routes that avoided caras.
The only cara at the doorstep captured only a back view... one could only see the red pajamas, but not her face!
Which ans, this back view likely wasn’t Li Xiuli at all!
Fan Yong’s face was ashen, it was unimaginable to him that his own father had really done such a heinous thing.
He staggered out: "I need to ask him why he did this, why..."
Xi Rubao propped his chin, sighed slightly: "Ancestor has long said, your dad killed for money to leave you so. You are the young man related to money."
Li Xiuli wasn’t killed by Fan Yong. Yet she died indirectly because of him.
Upon hearing this, Fan Yong stumbled even more.
He didn’t need so much money, nor did he need such twisted fatherly love. He would rather go back to the past, with his stepmother cooking delicious als every day, his stepbrother distant but still considered his brother, two broken families at least coming together to make a whole one...
But now, his father had screwed everything up, and he would live his whole life in repentance and atonent to Fan Xiaochuan...
His life was ruined, it would never be happy again.
Sun Wei, who was watching the spectacle, also wore a heavy expression.
But a huge weight in his heart was finally lifted.
Ah, finally no need to be torn between winning or losing the gamble.
Oddly, losing brought so peace of mind.
After all, Fan Xiaochuan had already suffered so much, if he lost again he might jump off a building, right? Anyway, he had thick skin, losing ant nothing.
A loser accepts the loss!
"Hey, I lost. Girl, I’m going streaking right now, you watch, I keep my words! Ten laps, is it? Count for ."
Xi Rubao’s lips twitched slightly: "Ancestor isn’t interested."
Zuzi volunteered: "I’ll count, won’t let him slack! Oh, and that plane master on stage? Right? Plane master, don’t forget, you also bet with our Ancestor Sister, if you lost you should hurry and fulfill your promise, go streak, don’t think about cheating."
On stage, Fei Ji’s face turned from green to black, now flushed purple: "!!!"
Let him streak at his age?
Xi, Ru, Bao, this master rembers you.
Off stage, Fan Xiaochuan was already in tears: "Mom..."
The billboard of the Tarot lecture had been torn down at so point, but the piece of paper that Zuzi casually doodled on left on the table was being passed around:
"Damn, what is this drawing? Is it the legendary Fu Xi Eight Diagrams?!"
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