"Thank you."
Zhang Long, with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned against the bed, silent.
At this moment, he was relieved.
The quietness in the room was extreme, in Ning Che's view, it was like two worlds apart.
Sitting on the floor, Zhang Long seemed like a lengthy movie that neither he nor Tao Cheng could comprehend.
Maybe only Lin Yi could understand, perhaps only his presence could bring such calmness to Zhang Long.
If it were anyone else, it might have backfired.
But at this moment, he just quietly sat there smoking.
His soul found redemption at this moment.
"I want to tell you something, would you believe me?"
"I will."
"I didn't kill Song Guofu."
"You didn't kill him?"
This claim surprised Lin Yi; it was something he had never considered.
