"Let's not dwell on this matter anymore, it's already in the past."
Zhou Jin'an stood up.
Although he wasn't close to Mrs. Zhou, he understood his mother's personality very well.
She had a magnifying glass in her heart, accustomed to magnifying her own sorrows.
At the same time, she also had a microscope, keenly investigating any trace of evidence until everything was crystal clear.
Upon leaving Mrs. Zhou's hospital room, a hint of indignation crawled onto his face.
He waited until he reached the elevator before pulling out his phone and making a call.
"Bring him to see me."
He provided an address.
The elevator descended straight to the underground parking lot, where he drove himself to the wharf.
The car window was open, and the night wind rushed in desperately.
Zhou Jin'an's stern face bore the deepness of the night.
"Director Zhou, Zheng Gang is over there."
Just as Zhou Jin'an arrived, his subordinate hurried over to report.