Police station.
The case had not gone to trial, and He Mingsheng had not yet been detained in prison, so he was being held temporarily in the detention center.
Today's consecutive rainy days made the detention center cold and damp. He Mingsheng, now shunned by everyone, hadn't received any warm clothing from anyone. He curled up on the hard bed plank, unshaven and disheveled. In just three days, he had already begun to resemble a vagrant.
His previous high status was all thanks to the Ning Family's support.
Now that Ning Yue had been seriously injured by him, and he had poisoned the Ning couple, the whole family would surely relish devouring his flesh and blood.
There was a cold and crazed glint in the man's eyes. That bitch Ning Yue, after six years of affection, hadn't come to visit him even once?
He had only stabbed her a few times, hadn't that bitch scratched several bloody trails on his neck as well?
"He Mingsheng, someone has brought you clothes."