"Dead?" So soon?
Li Jingtai was just about to check on the situation at the Police Station.
He hadn't expected something so serious to happen so soon.
Su Qiao tossed her bag onto the small sofa before explaining, "Min Xingyu killed him, and Min Xingyu has been arrested. You should be out of trouble soon."
"Min Xingyu killed An Yixi?" The successive pieces of news left Li Jingtai overwhelmed and somewhat incredulous.
He quickly realized something, pulled Su Qiao down onto the sofa, and looked at her with certainty. "What did you do?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him irritably. "Hmph, do you think I'm as stupid as you? Do you think I'd personally handle things myself?"
A thought flashed through Li Jingtai's mind. "You were the one who posted President An's affairs online?"
"If it wasn't me, then was it you?"
Su Qiao pursed her lips.
"Do you know why Min Xingyu wanted you dead?"
"Because when He Shangyuan died, that police officer named A Zhi was accidentally killed by him. You went to the scene afterward, so he suspected you'd seen what happened and wanted to kill you to silence you."
Li Jingtai suddenly understood. "So that's how it was."
He had been wondering why Min Xingyu had suddenly wanted to kill him.
"And the knife with my fingerprints on the handle—he framed me for that too, right?"
Only Min Xingyu could have obtained his fingerprints and transferred them onto the knife handle. He was also the only one who could have gotten the dead officer's blood and put it on the knife.
Besides, Li Jingtai had always suspected that the knife he had accidentally dropped had ended up at the murder scene.
"Mm."
Su Qiao nodded slightly, then fixed him with a stern look. "Tell me