"I was on a business trip in Canada yesterday. When I knew something happened, I hurried back. On the way, I heard about Brother Huaijin..." Yang Bo couldn't say any more. He put his elbows on his knees and wiped his face hard. He took several big breaths in succession, "I'm sorry, it's too sudden. I'm a little... I really don't know what to do..."
The detective sitting opposite him scanned Yang Bo's body with an appraising gaze, opened his notebook, and without following him in circles, he asked directly: "Mr. Yang, in order to understand the case, I will not go around in circles. There are some rumors." It is said that you and Mr. Zhou have a father-son relationship. Is this true? "
Yang Bo had been making excuses with others for a long time. He was not used to this kind of rude straight talk, and his cheeks suddenly tightened: "What did you say!"
Immediately, he spoke quickly: "Those are all nonsense. They are an insult to my personal work ability, my mother and Mr. Zhou. I don't know where you heard these rumors. You guys." ..."
He glared angrily at the policeman across from him, bit the tip of his tongue hard, and then swallowed the sentence "You all rely on short stories and gossip" to solve the case.
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