His voice was cold. "Tell me how she died."
He Yun then continued, "Because she was sleeping on the bed, the prison guards did not notice anything amiss. When they came to deliver lunch at noon, they realized that they could not wake her up no matter what, so they came in to see if she was abnormal, but they already saw Ji Miao's cold and stiff corpse."
"So, the prison guards didn't notice her at all?"
Ji Ziming's anger could no longer be concealed. Even Pei Ge, who was standing beside him, could feel the anger that was about to erupt from him.
"CEO, this is our fault."
On the other side of the microphone, He Yun was at the door of Ji Miao's prison. He watched as the doctor moved Ji Miao, who was already cold and stiff, onto the stretcher. The gray bed was already stained with large patches of blood. It was as if all of Ji Miao's blood was on the blanket.
