It wasn't me

As Lu Jiao finished speaking, Xie Yunjin looked at her with a knowing expression. He gazed at her with clear and tranquil eyes and asked, "Do you know who killed Luo Xinwu?"

Lu Jiao shook her head, but then suddenly thought of something and looked up at Xie Yunjin. "You mean it was Liu Laidi who killed Luo Xinwu?"

Like a cornered rabbit that bites people, Luo Xinwu had been domestically abusing his wife. It was understandable for Liu Laidi to kill him.

"I heard from officer Zhao that when they rushed into Luo's home, his wife was still holding the murder weapon," Xie Yunjin said.

Lu Jiao thought of Liu Laidi and didn't know what to say. She had been abused and took revenge, but in the end, it cost her, her own life.

As she thought more about it, Lu Jiao began to feel depressed. She decided to visit Liu Laidi since she knew her.

"Xie Yunjin, I want to see Liu Laidi. We've at least met once, and I think we should go see her."