"What do you mean?"
Jia Lanhua, who had been crying with her head down, lifted her head upon hearing Zhang Xiaoshan's words, her face full of confusion.
Zhang Xiaoshan smiled,
"What I mean is, tonight's incident never happened. You must never mention anything about tonight. If one day the truth comes to light, you must insist that Wu Yong and Wei Bao were fighting over who would take you first, and in a rage, Wu Yong killed Wei Bao. You had nothing to do with it; you're just a pitiable victim. Have you got that?"
"But, but will Wu Yong take the blame? He won't. He will definitely tell the truth to the police."
Jia Lanhua still seemed very panicked.
Zhang Xiaoshan reassured Jia Lanhua,
"No matter what, Wu Yong is involved in a crime today. As long as you don't mention it, he definitely won't dare to speak of tonight's events. Once I dispose of Wei Bao's corpse at the back mountain, there won't be any problems. Trust me."