Zhao Tianming desperately tried to clear his name, but helplessly discovered that he really couldn't shake off this matter.
Zheng Yi looked at him with a teasing smile: "When the two young masters of the Zhao Family died, you were present at the scene. Yet, about this matter, you're tight-lipped. Not only that, but now you're even chatting happily with the murderer of those young masters."
"Now you say you have nothing to do with this matter, forget about the Zhao Family, can you even convince yourself?"
Zhao Tianming gritted his teeth: "It's all because of you."
But he also knew that saying anything now was meaningless.
The only thing he could do now was to work with this murderer in front of him to diligently cover up the truth.
Otherwise, death was the only thing that awaited him.
Zheng Yi patted his shoulder, smiling as he soothed him: "Don't worry, they won't be able to find out for a short time. I've long since erased all traces of those people."
