Pop!
The wine glass in Guo Maoxing's hand fell to the ground, shattering with a crisp sound.
He had been worried about this matter.
He didn't expect it to be exposed so quickly.
Beside him, Chen Qing also widened his eyes and said repeatedly, "You are the police, you have to speak with evidence. When did I ever use a fake seal?"
Though he said this, a strong sense of unease rose in his heart.
After all, the authenticity of the seal not only related to whether Xu Wendong was arrested but also to whether he was suspected of breaking the law, which might cause him unnecessary trouble.
The leading police officer signaled to a colleague behind him. Moments later, a short, middle-aged man clad in a military coat was brought in.
As soon as Chen Qing saw him, he felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body.
Because this was the man who helped them handle the fake seal.
