The next day.
Zhou Ning arrived at the Technical Department. He hadn't slept well that night, tossing and turning as he dwelled on the words Mr. Zhao had said.
Mr. Zhao's words were harsh, but they did have a certain logic to them. Since returning from the detention center, they had all been desperately searching for hidden evidence in the case; all of this was based on the trust in a father, something Dong Chengwen had easily achieved.
Moreover, it was the kind of influence that left no trace. Now that Zhou Ning thought about it carefully, he feared that it had started from the moment they entered the detention center and saw the cousin who had been turned away. The groundwork for all this had been laid out.
Guilt, a desire not to be forgiven.
But he never admitted to the arson. It seemed as if he was struggling with self-reproach, but in fact, he had never given up on his two objectives which had always remained the same.
First, not to confess;
