The pain of losing a child in one's later years is not something the average person can bear, yet there was no sign of such heartbreak on Quan Xianglin's face.
Standing in the morgue at the police station, looking at Quan Mingyuan's face, the only hint of the middle-aged man's emotions was the involuntary twitch at the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for noticing this small gesture, Director Meisai would certainly think this person was heartless.
After ordering the preservation of the body, Meisai tried several times to speak, but restrained himself. In fact, this case is difficult to handle; the main victim is currently missing. Although there were witnesses at the scene, yet...
"Director Meisai, I think I expressed myself very clearly on the phone: When can my son be cremated? I want to do it locally," Quan Xianglin asked after a long pause.
