Listening to tu Qiang's confession, Zhao Yu had goosebumps. He could feel the cold air through the screen.
A 6-year-old child was helping a murderer to wipe away the blood ...
This matter was simply shocking!
Tu Qiang closed his eyes and said,"after I wiped them clean, my father left with my mother's body ... Before he left, he didn't say anything to me. He just used his hand and gently pressed on my head ..."
"I haven't seen him since then ..."
"He just left like that?" Wu Xiumin asked,"didn't he care about you?"
"Yes," tu Qiang let out a long sigh of relief and said,"sometimes, I always have the illusion that my father is always hiding by my side, watching me, watching me ..."
"Wait a minute," Wu Xiumin saw that tu Qiang was in a bad state, so she quickly changed the subject and asked,"your father killed your mother. Did no one suspect anything?"
"No..." Tu Qiang said,"maybe, but I don't remember!"
"You ... Have never mentioned it to anyone?"