The officers who arrived to handle the case divided into two groups.
One team escorted Pang Xiangwen to the police station.
Another team took Lou Ning to the hospital to give a statement.
The case had solid evidence and was easy to investigate; soon, Pang Xiangwen was formally arrested for murder.
When the news reached An Zhenglin's ears, his face grew ashen.
He sat on the bed in a small hotel, hunched over, tormentingly clutching his hair, his heart submerged in an unprecedented despair.
It was over.
The last glimmer of hope had shattered.
Pang Xiangwen was imprisoned, but Lou Ning was still alive and well.
Without Lou Ning's death, he had no way to inherit Lou Ning's wealth.
He was still a penniless nobody, condemned to live in this shabby little hotel.
Accustomed to a life of luxury and luster, his current life was like hell to him.
He was in such agony that he wished he could die instantly.
As the minutes and seconds passed, night descended.
