"Huh? How did you know?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled bitterly and said, "If he were alive, wouldn't he show up at his brother's funeral personally? It's just my simple logical deduction!"
Qian Xuan nodded and said, "Hmm, correct judgment. Zheng Changsheng died that night."
"Oh... because of Director Feng's ashtray?"
"Not just because of her, but also because of her brother's kick."
"What?" Liu Zhizhong stood up, "Director Feng has a brother?"
"Yes, he's called Feng Xiaohu, three years older than us. At that time, he came over to join the drinking, since I called him over after returning from the army. Xiaohu is quite an upright guy, and has a pretty good reputation in our circle."
Liu Zhizhong was curious, "And then?"
