"Peng Qiang killed his child? Is that true or false?"
"It can't be possible, can it? Although the guy is a bit of a jerk, he's the biological father."
"Tigers don't eat their offspring, who would kill their own child?"
When Peng Qiang was taken away by the police, the onlookers nearby were skeptical.
And the child's mother, He Xinyuan, just stood there in a daze.
"Come to the police station with us."
A policewoman stepped forward and said to He Xinyuan, "There is a new development in the case; the child's body needs to be transported to the police station for an autopsy."
He Xinyuan stared at her child's body, anxiously trying not to think too hard.
If she dwelled on it too much and it turned out to be her husband who had killed the child, the thought pierced her heart with pain.
Qin Zhao, having reported the incident, naturally arrived at the police station as well. This case wasn't being handled by Huo Xun, so she didn't encounter him.