'Yan Songnan is dead?'
Yan Qingsi's mind was completely blank. A voice kept on ringing in her head, 'How did he die?'
Yan Qingsi finally found her own voice after some time. "How did he die?"
The person from the detention center replied, "He slit his wrist at dawn. When he was found, it was already too late."
Yan Qingsi shouted sternly, "No way, someone like him would never kill himself."
How could a person like Yan Songnan commit suicide? A wretch like him would rather live like a pig and a dog yet would not take his own life, because he was a coward. He did not even have the courage to take a knife and snick his own finger, what more to commit suicide?
Suicide? Quit kidding around. Even if everyone in this world did it, he would be the exception.
"He really killed himself. You are his daughter, please do come and claim the body when you have time."
