Xia Youxin looked at the plaintiff and saw that it was not Dafeng, but the neighbor whom Dafeng's family had seen. She seemed to be very well-groomed today.

As Xia Youxin's lawyer, Ye Qianmo sat next to her confidently, with a half-smile in his eyes, looking at Zhong Yuquan not far away, and Zhong Yuquan also looked at him.

The expression on Ye Qianmo's face gave him a bad premonition, but Jiang was still very stubborn. Even if he knew he would fail, he didn't show any sign of defeat. Before the last step, it was hard to say who would win.

"In a hurry, I watched Xia Youxin hurried out of Sister Song's house. I didn't expect that she had committed murder and fled in fear of crime. It wasn't until Dafeng cried and screamed that I found out that Sister Song had been killed by her." The neighbor with heavy makeup said angrily, with a look of hatred.

Looking at Xia Youxin, she looked as if Xia Youxin was the enemy who killed her father. Ye Qianmo paid close attention to her eyes. Her expressions could be acted out, and the true feelings in her eyes could not be deceived. She did not have much sadness.

"Defendant, what do you have to say?" the presiding judge looked at Xia Youxin with a straight face and asked.

"I left Sister Song's house in a hurry that day, and my mother called me to go back." Xia Youxin received Zhao Wenying's loving eyes and nodded gently to her mother, telling her not to worry.

Ye Qianmo handed Zhao Wenying's cell phone to the presiding judge. He opened the call records between the two and looked up at the plaintiff.

"Xia Youxin, who knows if you called your mother after killing someone?" Before the presiding judge could speak, the neighbor said reluctantly: "It's in vain that Sister Song treats you so well. She just knows your secrets."

, just kill her, how can you bear it." Aunt Liu said with tears streaming down her face, as if it was true, if she were not the person involved, she would believe that she killed the person herself.

"What secret?" the presiding judge asked majestically, causing the jeweled neighbor to tremble. She remembered that man told her not to be afraid.

"Sister Song knows about Xia Youxin and Mo Xiaojun..." She deliberately didn't finish her sentence, leaving the rest to people's guesses.

"Defendant, what do you say to this?"

"Mo Xiaojun is my brother. He came to see me that day. Sister Song saw it and asked me who he was. I told her truthfully that he was my brother." Xia Youxin repeated the answer she gave at the police station.

"You're lying. That's not what Sister Song said in the diary." Xiao Lu and Lingzi stood up excitedly. They usually got along very well with Sister Song. Now that Sister Song is dead, they learned that Xia Youxin was the murderer.

I want to send Xia Youxin to prison.

When the police heard that Xiao Lu and Lingzi mentioned the diary, they immediately handed over the diary dutifully.

Zhong Yuquan felt a sense of victory. As long as Xia Youxin's suspicion could not be eliminated, he could make Ye Qianmo surrender. However, he still looked at Ye Qianmo cautiously. This guy would never be so simple. So far, it was just Xia Youxin.

Talking.

The presiding judge looked at the diary and asked: "Is it identified as the handwriting of the deceased? It's Mo Xiaojun!"

When Mo Xiaojun heard that he could finally appear, he patted Hai Qingqing's hand and walked to the witness seat without hesitation.

"Are you Mo Xiaojun?"

"Yes, Xia Youxin and I grew up together." Mo Xiaojun stood firmly in front of everyone.

"The deceased said that you and Xia Youxin were killed because of their shady relationship. What do you say?"

The presiding judge stared at Mo Xiaojun, not missing any expression on his face.

"Xia Youxin is my sister. I have been taking care of her since she was a child. We did have a relationship before. At that time, I didn't know what love was and thought family affection was love. Now my lover is Hai Qingqing. I will not be sorry.

Her matter." Mo Xiaojun looked at Hai Qingqing in the crowd, he will take care of Hai Qingqing for the rest of his life, just keep it deep in his heart, Hai Qingqing is his unshirkable responsibility for the rest of his life.

At this time, Hai Zhixuan walked out of the crowd and said loudly: "I can testify that that diary is not the diary of the deceased, and even if it is, it is not a diary written by the deceased sincerely." This sound was undoubtedly thunder, and the crowd began to get excited.
Chapter completed!