Fu Qingyun’s sudden hug made Xiao Ning’s heart flutter and she did not know what to do.
However, Dean Fang’s wailing in the crematorium quickly distracted her attention.
She threw him into the crematorium to grill him. She was just trying to scare the cunning old man into revealing the mastermind behind the scene.
She did not want to really burn the old man to ashes. After all, she still needed to use him as a witness. Besides, the smell of corpse oil was quite disgusting. She had smelled it enough in the school’s laboratory and did not want to smell it again.
She pressed the stop button. “Fang, I’ll give you another chance. Who is the mastermind? Are you going to confess or not? !”
Dean Fang’s face was red. His hair had long been roasted until it curled into a ball. His eyebrows and beard were all burnt. The tip of his nose was red like a clown.
He moved his lips, and his eyes sparkled:
