Oh my God, is this real?!
Not only journalists but even Ailin was shocked; having been by his side for several years, she had never heard him apologize to someone before.
Luo Xiaoqian rose from her chair in a panic, looking at the tall man in front of her, simply not knowing what to say?!
She was, of course, very clear that this "I’m sorry" was completely different from the casual apology he would give in a car; in front of so many journalists, he was essentially apologizing to her in front of everyone.
Leng Zimo raised his hand, gesturing to her, and Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly sat back down in her chair.
"I think, at this point, everyone should be very clear, I was wrong yesterday!" Leng Zimo looked at the crowd again, "After yesterday’s performance ended, we found this inside the piano!"
He reached into the document bag in his hand and took out an evidence bag, which contained a bloody knife blade.
The journalists, abuzz with discussion.
"Mr. Leng!" a female journalist stood up, "Even if you found this knife blade inside the piano, how can you prove that it wasn’t Luo Xiaoqian herself who put it there?"
"Good question!" Leng Zimo waved gently, and Ailin immediately signaled to an assistant.
The large screen immediately displayed an image.
It was a snapshot of Luo Xiaoqian playing the piano last night; from this image, you could clearly see her instinctual reaction after being stabbed, followed by the playing of "Before It’s Too Late", with the sound of music, a palm swiped across the piano.
On the enlarged screen, you could clearly see that within the palm, a shiny object slid into the gaps between the keys.
The image froze.
In Leng Zimo’s hand was already an additional document, "This is the fingerprint analysis report from the knife blade!"
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face and looked at the document in his hand in complete astonishment.

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