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... Fang Yun to commit suicide. We wanted to see if we could find a breakthrough from you, Dr. Zhu.

Dr. Zhu sighed. I can’t say for sure. I only know that she came to my place the day before she went to Thailand. At that time, her condition was not good. She was quite depressed.

Wen Qiao asked,’so you’re saying that Fang Yun had nothing to do with Lin Lang’s death? Did Lin Lang’s depression worsen and she committed suicide?”

“I don’t dare to say that. I’m just telling the truth ...

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