Death's asphyxiation enveloped Lu Tingsheng, and fear gleamed in his eyes.
"I, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Just let go!"
Qin Zhao loosened his grip a bit, but did not release him, still pressing him against the utility pole.
Lu Tingsheng gasped for air, speaking in fits and starts.
"Chu Hanxu died in a factory where she worked as a seamstress. It was a machine malfunction and explosion that led to her burning to death. The body was burnt beyond recognition, and we were the ones who collected her remains.
I don't know if this incident has anything to do with Lu Tingming, but after we collected the body, Lu Tingming gave me a substantial amount of money to keep me from telling Chu Yan and to keep quiet about the incident."
"So you said Chu Hanxu died of a heart attack? And you deliberately did not inform him to come back?"
As Qin Zhao spoke these words, she couldn't help feeling a dull pain in her heart,
