"Zixuan, don't worry. Grandmother can handle it. You can go on."
Seeing that Luo Yanyun's expression was still good, Liang Zixuan nodded in relief. She took the fork from the plate, stuffed a slice of apple into her mouth, and casually asked, "Then how do you want to work with me?"
"My mother has proof. It was a recording pen. She recorded the conversation between her and dad at that time. She also knew where dad had hidden half a bottle of the poison."
"The recording pen is useless." Liang Zixuan raised her eyelids and looked at Wei Xiaoqing coldly. "What can those conversations prove about what had happened? Wei Guowei can tell the judge that the words he said were under your mother's guidance and temptation. And the half poison bottle can only prove that he has the poison in his hand, but cannot prove that he used it to kill someone."
