The words of Ning Botao angered everyone present.
The captain of the police station couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward: "Uncle Ning..."
Before he could say anything else, Ning Botao preempted him: "I handed Ning Xie over to you safely, and yet all that comes back is his ashes – no, maybe they aren't even his! We couldn't even have a complete body! He was also my son! My son has not even turned cold in his grave, the Ning family is left without an heir, and now you want to tell us what to do about our family affairs?"
The police captain, a straightforward man, found himself at a loss for words at this moment.
With his mouth agape, he tried to say something but couldn't, only furrowing his brow in response.
