"Clang!" A crisp sound echoed.
Liang Yongcheng, who was dozing off in the dark interrogation room, was instantly startled awake.
He quickly resumed his intensely sorrowful demeanor.
If Oscar didn't give him a little golden statue, it would be unfair to his current level of acting.
But Officer Ma, who pushed the door open and came in, was also a drama expert!
Their acting skills were no less than Liang Yongcheng's.
With a face full of deep regret, he walked over to Liang Yongcheng's side and sighed deeply before saying:
"Mr. Liang, please accept my condolences."
"We don't want to see this kind of thing happen either, but the dead cannot be brought back to life."
"Gone is gone, and the living must move on..."
He was using such flowery language; who knew if Liang Yongcheng could even understand it.
But Liang Yongcheng was definitely cooperating completely; tears streamed down again, silently, from his eyes.
"Rest assured!"
Officer Ma's voice brightened a bit.
