"Wasn't it natural death?" A subtle expression appeared on Zhang Qian's face. Surprise, reluctance, doubt, and even anger, but the last trace of expression quickly disappeared, which Mu Rongyun noticed.
"We need further confirmation. I wonder if you could come with us to handle some paperwork?" Wu Shuang asked tentatively.
"I still have work unfinished, and it's not easy to take leave here. If you are in a hurry, just bring the documents over, and I'll sign them."
"Director Zhao, I'll trouble you with this matter." Wu Shuang instructed Director Zhao at one side, while writing down her phone number and address on a piece of paper. "Feel free to contact me if needed, I'll be staying here during this time."
Zhang Qian took the thin piece of paper, glanced at it, and tore it into pieces. "I have no use for this, nor do I have any information to offer you."
