67. The Motive

Mrs. Yang walked into Yang Jiao's room and looked at the mottled hickeys and pinch marks on her daughter's body. There was still the semen of that well-dressed beast on her face, body and legs. Tears streamed down her face.

"Yang Jiao, Yang Jiao. It's your mother's fault. She shouldn't have asked you for a tutor. It was your mother who hurt you..." Mrs. Yang stepped forward and wanted to hug Yang Jiao, but she didn't dare because of guilt, she froze at a certain distance.

"Mom! Mom, I'm scared!" Yang Jiao shouted in fright and shed tears.

"My poor child... Mom will not let him go."

Mrs. Yang helped Yang Jiao into the bathroom and washed her clean. He touched his hair, tears streaming down his face, and a sinister light shining in his eyes.

It was a mother's vengeful gaze.

The same gaze Captain Gu saw right now, "Mrs. Yang. I need you to give me the name of the murder. I'll appeal for lighter sentences as best as I can."