I picked up my jewelry and was about to go home when the b*stard's wife came out of nowhere and grabbed my arm, refusing to tell me who the murderer was.
I answered with a grin, "You know that guy!"
"What are you talking about!" She was so angry that she grabbed my arm desperately.
I was not happy and pulled her claws. "Let go! You rob! The murderer is that bastard from your family! Look at him! He beat my eyes!"
The woman's voice was loud, and someone in the community came over to watch the scene of bustle. The security guard rushed over and wanted to pull her away.
This woman was quite elegant. Although she was extremely angry, she didn't do anything. She just pulled me and didn't want to let me go. She forced me to tell her whether my two brothers did it.
"Is that bastard dead?" I
