Xu Xiangnian was momentarily stunned before he realized the implication of Xu Dayuan's words, and his face showed a shocked expression.
"Are you suspecting that the deceased in our attic was killed by someone in our family? Impossible, how could that be possible? I am a village doctor, and although my medical skills are mediocre, I have saved many people. She is a teacher, who has diligently educated students. She even tutored students without charging any fees, my son..."
Xu Dayuan raised his hand, interrupting Xu Xiangnian's words.
"Just answer the questions I ask, making judgments is our business. Now, think back to my previous question. Who was at home on August 12, 2002?"
Xu Xiangnian displayed some resistance, bracing himself against the table and leaning back.
"Who would remember something that happened ten years ago?"
Just as he finished speaking, Auntie Zhang tugged at Xu Xiangnian's sleeve, and Xu Dayuan looked directly at her.