Three years after his death, my wife once again admitted a criminal case on behalf of Bai Yueguang in my name, which caused a sensation on the entire Internet.
Afterwards, she came to the door with a written confession:
"Song Shixin, do you know that this project is very important to Lin, and there must be no stain on his file!"
"Why are you so heartless! If you don't just get scolded by netizens, you'll end up squatting for a few more years at worst. How can your freedom be more important than Fu Lin's future?"
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her voice attracted the landlord downstairs.
But before she could say anything, the landlord waved his hand at her:
"Stop knocking, that family member is already dead."
"Three years ago, as soon as he was released from prison, he was beaten to death by the victim's family in retaliation."
My wife was shocked, but she immediately became convinced that I was playing a trick.
He frowned and snorted coldly:
"Why don't we just let him spend a few years in jail and play some cruel tricks on me?"
"If he hadn't framed Fu Lin back then, I wouldn't have been guilty of targeting him like this. He deserves everything!"
"Okay, tell him. Please reply to me within three days, otherwise his seriously ill sister will never get another minute of treatment!"
After saying that, she pushed away the landlord and left aggressively.
The landlord looked at her back and sighed:
"Poor, his sister passed away a long time ago because she couldn't afford the medical expenses..."
