The interrogation room was independent and enclosed.
However, the one-way glass and all-round view monitoring was enough for someone outside to see clearly what was inside.
Old Kong sat alone on the chair.
The chair was placed in the middle by itself, and there was nothing else inside.
There were several cameras from the front, side, and back, broadcasting his aged, emaciated face, stooped, weak back as well as his handcuffed hands.
Xiang Wan looked on quietly outside the interrogation room, observing the middle-aged man who looked not much different from an old man, as well as his body language…
"Xiang Wan."
It was Bai Muchuan.
"Mm?" Xiang Wan turned back and met his gaze.
In just one look, both of them seemed to understand what the other party was thinking.
