Moneybags…
How could she kill the money tycoon?
Although she had always disdained that pig-like fool, she would definitely not kill him brazenly. After all, he was Elder Qian's son. With a backer, she would definitely not make a move and cause trouble.
A path suddenly opened up in the noisy crowd. Yan Qing's gaze swept over the corpse in the middle, her expression changing.
"If it wasn't me, how could I have killed him?"Yan Qing sighed.
At this time, it was really not convincing to say this. After all, Yan Qing had already admitted that she killed Qian Ba.
Elder Qian looked at Yan Qing coldly. "Not you? You already said that you saw that Ba 'er was not feeling well and went to find him to fight…"
"I didn't!" Yan Qing scoffed. "It was Feng Chu Ge! Feng Chu Ge killed Qian Ba!"
That's right, it must be Feng Chuge.
She was the one who took his silver needles and then deliberately framed him.
Thinking of this, Yan Qing's hatred towards Feng Chu Ge increased.