Hu Cheng and Xiao Feng were sitting in the middle with Xu Lan and Wang Meng on both sides. The widescreen was displaying the scene in the interrogation room. A young lad was sitting right up, the 600-watt lamp shone so brightly that it caused their retinas to see white scatters everywhere.
"What a f*cking tight lip, he's not willing to say anything!" Wang Meng scolded in frustration.
"Let me handle it." Xu Lan stood up and walked towards the interrogation room after he said that. He specifically let Bai Wu dress him today, looking prim and proper when he opened the interrogation room's door. He was already covered in a thin layer of sweat after he entered the room as it was almost noon and the light was emitting more heat.
"President Zhao."
