Xu Dayuan rapped his knuckles on the table, urging:
"Answer the question, who touched the cake, or who might have touched the cake?"
Dong Chengwen closed his eyes, ceasing to pursue further. He knew that probing further wouldn't elicit any response. After a moment of silence, as if straining to remember, he said:
"Ever since the day I was brought in here, my mind has been playing a movie, constantly recalling everything that happened on June 29th. I wish I could relive that day every day, recalling what was said, what was done, who was seen.
I remember around one-thirty in the afternoon, I picked up the cake and flowers. I drove to Liuhe District because a former client had introduced me to a case. We met and talked for nearly an hour. Afraid the cake might melt, I left the car running with the air conditioning on.
