Song Guanchao had just arrived home and hadn't even managed to take off his coat when he received the call.
Earning a reprieve by admitting guilt?
What's that all about?
"Tell him to stay put."
Song Guanchao was ready to hang up the phone, plainly uninterested in what was called earning a reprieve by admitting guilt.
His finger touched the end call button, but then he halted, bringing the phone back to his ear and asked, "Did Yao Jinsheng come by tonight?"
"He left half an hour ago."
"Good, I'll be right there."
The fact that Yao Jinsheng had just left and now this person wanted to earn a reprieve by admitting guilt suggested that he was probably planning to accuse Yao Jinsheng.
Song Guanchao didn't ponder further; he would know once they met.
When he arrived at the detention center and saw Hou Wen, the wizened old man was smoking.
"Heh, County Magistrate Hou, living the good life, smoking Da Zhonghua now," Song Guanchao said with sarcasm.
