Tuesday, a workday.
Jincheng Law Firm, 25th floor.
Criminal Department, a large, independent office with a south-facing window that let in the morning sun.
"What, Cheng Lisha died?'
Zhang Wei had just picked up today's newspaper and not yet poured himself a cup of coffee when the headline on the front page caught his attention.
"Dongfang Capital's famous host Cheng Lisha jumps to her death, suspected lawsuit torment'
The headline, in bold print, along with a mosaic-censored photo of the scene, was quite sensational.
"Zhang Wei, have you seen the newspaper?"
Tie Ruyun also rushed over as soon as possible, his face a mix of panic and astonishment, and he too was clutching a newspaper.
"I'll personally go to the criminal office later to find out what's going on!"
Zhang Wei, holding the newspaper, pointed to the headline page with a grave expression.
Because in his mind, Cheng Lisha couldn't die yet; she still had to face her responsibilities.
