Zhao Qingqing's grandfather had an accident the day before yesterday.
By the time Zhao Qingqing received a call from the police station and hurried over, all she saw was her grandfather's urn after cremation.
Her grandfather's death nearly caused Zhao Qingqing to break down, she hadn't even had the chance to see him one last time.
That sense of confusion and uncertainty was like a vise on the heart, truly unbearable.
"They... they said my grandfather died from overwork and shock, didn't they?" Zhao Qingqing sniffed, her eyes red and bloodshot as she looked at Zhou Mei.
"They?" Zhou Mei looked at the innocent-faced Zhao Qingqing and sighed, "Qingqing, have you ever heard of collusion between officials and businessmen?"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Qingqing had a vague understanding but wasn't quite certain.
"Money can make the devil turn the millstones, let alone make the police falsify records," said Zhou Mei calmly, recalling her own past experiences.
