The director rarely lost his temper, and he had never been like this before, as if he was going crazy.
Those who didn't know better would think that the person locked inside had his own son!
The door had just opened when Zheng Jing stepped in."Which one of you is Jing Zhi?"
His voice trembled slightly, with 30% caution and 70% pain.
The police officers waiting outside were even more suspicious that Jing Zhi was the illegitimate son of the chief.
Jing Zhi was curled up in a corner, lying on the cold ground in tattered clothes. The wounds on his body had already scabbed, but his white shirt and trousers were all stained red with blood. The torn shirt showed what kind of brutal beating he had been through.
Hearing Zheng Jing's call, he didn't move or say a word. He just stared at Zheng Jing with cold eyes.
But just because Jing Zhi didn't say anything, it didn't mean the others didn 't.
