The interrogation of Zhao Yunpeng had yielded exactly the kind of results Chen Fang had anticipated.
Keeping Zhao Yunpeng under house arrest wasn't about extracting conclusive evidence from him.
Xiao Xiao, ever so cautious, certainly wouldn't have allowed Zhao Yunpeng to get hold of too much leverage against her.
That didn't mean she wasn't anxious.
She would definitely be anxious.
Even if Zhao Yunpeng confessed to anything, it wouldn't threaten her, but it would make earning money from the project at the Vocational Technical College impossible.
360 million.
An astronomical sum.
Xiao Xiao, so fixated on money, would never let this well-planned windfall slip through her fingers.
Half past twelve.
A Passat sedan belonging to the county government pulled into the parking lot of Tonight's Gathering.
Getting out of the passenger seat was Sun Yan.
In a rush, he ran to the back seat and spoke a few words through the window.
Then, four police cars and a police van followed suit.
