In an instant, Feng Zhongliang seemed to have lost all his strength. It was as if someone had stuffed a handful of sand into his throat. He opened his mouth but could not make a sound. It was so dry that it was difficult for him to even swallow his saliva.
Feng Zhongliang wiped his eyes and moved shakily closer to the computer screen. He carefully compared Jiang SE's handwriting stroke by stroke. He even rewound the video again and again. In his mind, he was still recalling how Feng Nan had written his name.
He gave Xiao Liu a call. He could not even wait for his flight the next morning. He asked Xiao Liu to immediately buy a ticket for tonight and rush back to the capital. He wanted to see Jiang SE's handwriting for himself and send it to the forensic team.
The truth seemed to be getting closer and closer to him, and he could not wait to get a conclusion.