Chapter 188: Cold War (6)
Looking at Qiao Mo, he earnestly said, "Qiao Mo, setting aside the causes and effects, I want to ask you a question first."
Qiao Mo felt inexplicably nervous, seemingly infected by his seriousness: "Ask."
"What you just recounted was entirely from Qiao Dehou’s perspective, without any concrete evidence. Now, I ask you, do you truly believe Qiao Dehou’s words? Do you believe that he really didn’t commit murder?"
Qiao Mo was taken aback, not expecting him to pose such a question.
But on second thought, it made sense that all the evidence currently was against Qiao Dehou, who insisted on denying anything.
"I believe him. My father isn’t what you would strictly call a good man—he drinks, gambles, and womanizes, indulging in almost everything. But for any woman who’s been with him, he’s never mistreated any of them. He’s honest and sincere with his friends, and as for the little schemes within the family, he never cares. I know for him to survive all these years, he can’t be entirely good-hearted, but in my view, he has his own bottom line. If he really committed murder, he wouldn’t deny it."
Qiao Mo’s gaze drifted away, unconsciously recalling scenes related to Qiao Dehou.
He liked to drink and often came back in the middle of the night, but no matter whether she was asleep or not, he always came to her room to ask about her day.
He also liked to brag, wearing a thick gold chain around his neck, which was tacky beyond words, and then he loved to pile shiny things on her.
He liked to play cards, and while others frowned over losing money, he was the only one smiling contentedly despite his losses.