Nobody answered Tian Xiaoya's question.
Who was the murderer? Was it greed? Bottomless desires? Human nature?
"Ah lala, ah lala! Ali that baba—"
Not sure whose alarm alert rang, the few of them in the interrogation room were suddenly awakened from their thoughts.
"Take her away!"
Bai Muchuan's cold voice ended the interrogation.
Two detectives went over to pull Tian Xiaoya up. She sat unmoving and was drooping her head at her seat. She was like a dead person, at the mercy of others.
Such a scene…
Xiang Wan felt a tingling sensation in her nose. Her heart felt heavy as she came out from the interrogation room.
The office was much warmer and a little stuffy, which was a big difference from the interrogation room.
Xiang Wan felt that the reason for the freezing cold air conditioning inside the interrogation room must have been intentional so as to let the suspect let their guard down…
