Cao Pingzhang hurried to take out his phone, and in his rush, he made several typos while typing. Mr. Zhao took over and helped send the message.
Inside the interrogation room, Huang Youdao's phone vibrated; he pulled it out, glanced at it, and a smile appeared on his face. Then he moved closer to Yang Liang and continued asking.
"Do you usually enjoy a couple of drinks?"
"Well, not much, just two liang in the evening. After my son died, I had to drink every day. I can't sleep without it."
"Think carefully about the night of August 17. Who visited your home, who spoke to you, or maybe took something from your home? Also, you said Feng Shujuan had your keys; did you take them back? We didn't find any keys in the cellar."
Yang Liang was startled for a moment.
