Elizabeth noticed Ma Xulai's expression suddenly turned serious, and she immediately stopped complaining, instead looking at him with curiosity.
Ma Xulai furrowed his brow, stopped walking, and stood still, pondering for a long time.
"If it wasn't for you mentioning it, I almost forgot this matter. Over ten years ago, a cop died at our hands, and now that I think about it closely, Zhang's girlfriend seems to bear some resemblance to that cop."
Upon hearing this, Elizabeth's expression also turned grave.
She nervously covered her mouth and glanced back towards Zhang Xiaowei and Han Xue.
"Could it really be such a coincidence?"
"I remember now, that cop seemed to have the surname Han too!"
The events from over a decade ago gradually resurfaced in Ma Xu's mind, and his expression only grew more troubled.
