The night was cool as water, fragrance wafting in the darkness.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the lean figure of a woman leaned against the railing.
"There's no other witness?" Ye Jiuliang turned around, her eyes lifting to gaze into the bedroom, the man hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.
"We've already checked, the old pharmacist from that year is no longer around, the investigation showed that he died in a car accident on the road, and his son was in the car with him. The accident happened the day after Jiang Qian died," the man on the phone said.
Hmph.
Such a coincidence.
Li Shaohui and Fang Hui, to ensure that the events of the past never came to light, had truly been thorough in their eradication.
Now, without a witness, making Li Shaohui and the others admit to their crimes was indeed a bit difficult.
Ye Jiuliang pondered for a moment, a trace of sharp coldness flitting through her eyes.
"Do you have a photo of the old man?"
