章 104: Ill Fate

Upon hearing the charges that were put on him, Li Mingzhao closed his eyes in resignation and despair. He was still wearing a thin sleeping robe which had become rumpled due to the hustle and bustle all the way here. Strands of hair messily fell over his forehead as he slumped on the chair. He made a totally different image than the refined and mature gentleman in the business magazines. Right now, he was nothing but a vile criminal.

Under the interrogation team's joint effort, Li Mingzhao finally broke down and recounted the event which transpired that year. At least if he spoke the truth, then he would be able to beg leniency for his sentence later on.

The entire stretch of Zhao Xinya's thirty six years of life finally became clear in everyone's eyes. It was sad, regretful and heartbreaking.