"Lift your head!"
Wang Yu said to Chen Cheng, his tone a complete mismatch for his mood.
His heart was heavy with sorrow for Chen Cheng's wrongdoing, yet his tone was void of any emotion, chilling to the bone like the dead of winter, falling into an icy pit.
Chen Cheng did as he was told, but after a brief glance at Wang Yu, he quickly lowered his head again, his body beginning to tremble.
"Do you know why we brought you here?" Wang Yu asked again.
Chen Cheng slowly nodded his head.
During the time he was locked up, he had come to terms with many things and decided to tell Wang Yu everything.
He knew that in the face of the ironclad evidence, no matter what excuses he fabricated, he could not hide the reality of his crimes. More importantly, his conscience, once corroded by money and desire, had finally begun to recover in the face of his exposed sins.
