In Jian Zhang's domineering nervousness, no one expected Feng Heng to suddenly say such an unimportant sentence.
Almost instantly, everyone's attention was temporarily shifted to Feng Heng.
Feng Heng was not impatient when he sensed the gazes cast over. He looked at Feng Yi with his peach blossom eyes and only drank his tea slowly.
Feng Heng's small interlude caused a ruckus. For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room was frozen and silent.
Feng Sheng was the only one present who did not look at Feng Heng. He looked at Madam Jiang and replied calmly,
"Mrs. Jiang, it's not good to slander people. I did go to the northern suburbs on October 20th, but you can't say that I kidnapped your son just because I went to the northern suburbs that day, right? There were so many people who went to the northern suburbs that day. Could it be that everyone was the murderer who kidnapped your son?"