"Lawyer Fang, don't forget that there's also a saying, 'Where there is pity, there is often contempt.' He's pitiable, but isn't the city management officer he stabbed to death pitiable? Aren't the family members of the city management officer pitiable?"
Fang Qing stopped talking, turned around, and calmly said to the two sturdy men blocking the way, "Move aside, or else I'll have no choice but to call the police."
The two sturdy men remained unmoved.
Fang Qing decisively pretended to take out her phone from her bag.
"Move aside."
A languid voice came from behind, Tang Xiaosheng's.
Only then did the two sturdy men make way.
Fang Qing took out her keys, opened the door, and entered the house.
The door closed.
"Brother Dao, we're just letting her in like that?"
Tang Xiaosheng tucked the envelope back into his bag, "What else do you expect to do? The surveillance cameras have caught us entering the place, and there's one right above your head."