Old Hong was almost eighty years old. He just wanted to leave his last days in peace. How could he be willing to see his son go to jail? 

“I didn’t expect that filthy animal to do those things!” Old Hong grabbed his thigh and wept silently. At this moment, Hong Tianjiang came home. We all stopped talking. Hong Tianjiang wasn’t a fool. As soon as he saw our faces, he knew what we were talking about. He didn’t even try to hide anything and gave us a cold sneer before going to his room to rest. 

I knew he wasn’t scared. Widow Li had been dead for a long time, so I guessed Hong Tianjiang had already destroyed the evidence in her house. Moreover, with Hong Xiuquan on his side, he was confident. 

Hong Tianbao was shivering as he was mad at his brother. Old Hong was wiping his tears and mumbling something to himself.

I comforted them and said nothing more than that. I wanted to see what their decision would be. Once I took action, Hong Tianjiang’s crime would no longer be concealed. Widow Li’s son would soon come home and discover his mother’s death. At that time, the first suspect would be Hong Tianjiang. 

I patted...