"Li Zekun!?"
Song Ning was stunned.
Hadn't this man burned to death in the County Textile Factory's guesthouse?
Gu Zheng said, "We have the same questions you do! Come on! He's in the reception room!"
In the County Public Security Bureau's reception room, Li Zekun sat at ease, neatly dressed and composed, carefully reading a document.
At the sound of footsteps, he immediately stood and offered a practiced smile.
"I'm so sorry, both of you! Who could have imagined something so terrible happening at that guesthouse? I'm sorry you had to go through such a fright!"
Gu Zheng stood quietly, looking the entirely unscathed Li Zekun up and down before saying evenly:
"To be honest, seeing you standing here safe and sound is something of a shock to us too, Comrade Li! After all, not many people survived that fire!"
Li Zekun sighed. "Yes! It was so unexpected! When I heard the news, it took me ages to recover from the shock! Thank goodness you're all right! Otherwise, I would never have forgiven myself!"
"If it was an accident, what do you have to apologize for, Comrade Li? The fire wasn't something you could control, was it?"
Li Zekun showed no sign of minding the insinuation in Gu Zheng's words and said with utter sincerity:
"I just feel bad that we were staying in the same guesthouse, yet we left early instead of facing the fire alongside you. I'm truly sorry!"
Gu Zheng smiled. "Oh! Then I'm curious. Since you'd already checked in, why did you leave early?"
Li Zekun sighed. "It was quite a coincidence that day. Not long after we checked in, my younger sister came to tell me her stomach hurt! She's always had a delicate stomach, so I had to take her to the hospital! The