Luo Fei's reminder made the other person swallow hard.
"Mr. Luo, what do you mean by this? Do you suspect that my father might be involved, and perhaps even an accomplice in this case?"
The tension in the other person was visible.
Sweat started to bead on his forehead.
Luo Fei quickly explained.
"No, Mr. Huang, I didn't say that."
"It's just that given the current situation of the case, besides him, most of the others who attended the dinner have already been killed. So even if I have my suspicions, it's understandable, right?"
Then, Luo Fei took out a prepared photograph of the banquet.
And upon seeing the black-and-white photo.
In the picture, his father appeared radiant, full of spirit.
Toasting with those around him, seemingly strategizing, confident, planning to make a grand career move.
Huang Weiming was somewhat anxious.
"Mr. Luo, are you referring to the people who attended this particular banquet?"
"Doesn't this also mean my father is now in great danger?"
