After listening to Ye Fei's words, Jia Jingwen was stunned. She wasn't a foolish woman she was quite intelligent.
But her judgment had been clouded by hatred, blinding her to the possibility that Li Canghai might have been framed.
Of course, this wasn't without reason. Even as a child, she knew how powerful her father was.
Only someone close to him could have harmed him so suddenly. That's why she had been convinced that Li Canghai, her father's best friend, was the murderer. However, after hearing Ye Fei's explanation, her certainty began to waver.
Seeing Jia Jingwen fall silent and lost in thought, Ye Fei knew his words had struck a chord. He continued, "Think about it. What kind of person is Li Canghai? He's the leader of nearly all the underground forces in and around the capital. Would someone like him be careless enough to leave personal items at the crime scene, inviting suspicion?"
