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Gao Yuanqian nodded at him, saying, "It's all clear here. You can leave now."
As Qin Shan stepped out the door, he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He instinctively glanced sideways and found it was Fang Zhizheng again.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he was about to push the door open to leave.
"Wait a moment," Fang Zhizheng suddenly spoke up. "You must be Qin Shan. I have a question for you. I'm a consultant for the police."
Gao Yuanqian gestured to Qin Shan, indicating that he could respond. Qin Shan turned back, looking at Fang Zhizheng with an unmistakable air of menace on his face.
"On the afternoon of December 21st, you were with your boss practicing golf the entire time, correct?" Fang Zhizheng asked seriously.
"Yes," Qin Shan replied briefly, his expression devoid of any emotion, sending chills down one's spine as if he were a natural-born killer; even an ordinary person might shudder in his presence.
"You didn't leave at all during that time?" Fang Zhizheng pressed on.
"That's right," Qin Shan answered again in a terse manner, his gaze cold.
"Did your boss leave at any point?" Fang Zhizheng continued to inquire.
"No. We were together the whole time," Qin Shan's response remained succinct, but Fang Zhizheng keenly sensed a hint of something unusual in his demeanor.
"Then please tell me what your boss practiced at the driving range," Fang Zhizheng shifted his approach.
"I just do some putting and stuff like that; I'm just starting out, so I'm not very good at it. If you ask Qin Shan, he really wouldn't know," Gao Yuanqian interjected, a hint of discomfort flashing across his face.
"I didn't ask you; I was asking him," Fang Zhizheng said, keeping his gaze fixed on Qin Shan, not giving him a moment's respite.
This made Qin Shan's expression darken, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes, but he said nothing. Seeing this, Fang Zhizheng smiled slightly and extended his hand. "Sorry, my words were too abrupt."
Qin Shan coldly shook his hand, but his expression suddenly changed. Although the other person seemed weak and frail, there was a surprising strength in his grip, like holding a hot iron clamp, causing beads of sweat to form on Qin Shan's forehead.
Fang Zhizheng was not excessive; he quickly let go and offered him a slight smile.
"Sometimes, speaking the truth can help clear up misunderstandings. I am now very clear on one point: at the golf practice range, one of you left!"
"Because I played a little trick on you by asking a few simple questions, and you answered them straightforwardly. But when it came to the crucial question, you unconsciously added that you had all been together. This proves you were trying to cover something up.
Was Mr. Gao's interjection also due to feeling guilty?" Fang Zhizheng's gaze was piercing, hitting the nail on the head.
Gao Yuanqian felt a jolt run through him as if he had been struck at his core. He shook his head and had no choice but to admit, "I did leave for a bit. It was because I had something urgent to handle. But it was just for a short while; I returned quickly."
"Can you tell me what it was?" Fang Zhizheng pressed.
"Well..." Gao Yuanqian hesitated, his eyes flickering. After a moment, he slowly began to speak. "It wasn't anything major. Lu Ming's mother, Chen Yingqiong, contacted me. At that time, my wife was negotiating with Lu Ming's father, Lu Kao, mainly discussing the terms for Lu Ming to leave my daughter.
But Chen Yingqiong was somewhat unwilling to accept this and wanted to persuade me not to let them separate. It was that simple. I just didn't want to talk about it; she kept calling me, so I had to step out temporarily and brush her off for a bit before coming back."
The location is not far from the Golf course, at Ming Teng Shopping Plaza."
Not long after she finished speaking, Cao Xilan came down from upstairs. Seeing Fang Zhizheng and the others still there, she expressed her dissatisfaction, saying, "Aren't you all leaving yet?"
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