At ten o'clock, Luo Fei and Wang Lei hurried over to Zeng Tianming's house to find Wang Wenying.
Zeng Tianming was not very fond of children, Wang Wenying, as his wife, should know.
When they saw Wang Wenying, her face looked even more haggard, as if in just a few short days, this once charming woman had completely lost her luster and aged several years.
In the room, besides Wang Wenying, there was a forty-year-old woman who resembled Wang Wenying both in figure and demeanor. She was Wang Wenying's sister, who had returned from the city upon hearing her sister was in trouble.
"Officers, please sit down. Sis, pour the officers some water," Wang Wenying said weakly, lying on the sofa.
"No need, no need, we're just here to gather some information. We'll leave once we're done," Luo Fei shook his head, refusing politely.
Wang Wenying didn't insist and huskily asked, "Officers, ask whatever you need to."
