A few days later, Ning Ge looked at the investigative intelligence Bai Ying handed over, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, and he said: "That's all?"
Heart attack, purely accidental.
"That's all we have." Bai Ying sipped the orange juice from the crystal glass. It was true, the juice here was delicious, so she waved for the waiter to bring another glass.
Ning Ge said: "Bai Ying, we were partners before, no need to talk about our relationship. Now we're good friends, right? You're being a bit unfair, aren't you?"
Such information really doesn't have much persuasive power.
"Whether you believe it or not, that's what the investigation found." Bai Ying said: "That Gao has severe diabetes and needs regular insulin shots. If he indeed took something to spice things up, the conflict between the two might have easily led to his death. Besides, he's not young anymore, but a man in his sixties."
