"Ms. Luo, although I don't want to dampen your spirits, no matter what, we as the police certainly won't deceive you."
"So even if it wasn't Luo Jiaming who did this, we still have to find a way to clear his name. And that requires your active cooperation, or rather, whether Luo Jiaming becomes the prime suspect depends on your attitude."
Lan Mengzhou's analysis made Luo Meihong take a deep breath.
Then she nodded somewhat helplessly and said.
"I understand, Miss Lan. Leave this matter to me."
"I'll call him now and ask exactly where he is, and if he's done anything excessive again."
As she spoke, Luo Meihong had already dialed her nephew's number.
As soon as the call connected, the surprised voice of her nephew came from the other end.
"Aunt, why are you calling me again?"
But upon hearing the tone, it was slightly impatient.
Luo Meihong responded with a cold laugh.
