Disposed Of It With Her Death Confirmation

Life was like a journey and time was like a song. Time slipped through fingers minute by minute.

One morning two years later, a sudden phone call made the man driving to the company turn his car around and drive in another direction.

The car finally stopped at the gate of the police station.

Getting out of the car, Ye Hao looked freezing cold, a trace of gloom obviously perceivable in his eyes. He walked into the hall of the police station, then turned to the elevator and came to the fifth floor, walking into the largest office on the right hand.

Two people were already there waiting for him in the office. One was captain Liu, who was in charge of the He Xiyan case more than two years ago and the other was Mo Yixuan, a man Ye Hao once hated very much.