Weekend, a day off.
It should have been time to rest, but Old Chen was faced with a headache-inducing matter.
"Old Chen, I'm here!"
"Ah, Old Zhao, since you're here, come on in!"
The office door opened, and Zhao Chunming arrived.
"What's the matter, making you not rest on a big weekend and even calling me over?"
"Take a look for yourself!"
Old Chen handed over a confession record in front of him to Zhao Chunming.
"This was given to me early this morning by the detention room where the investigation team is holding Old Hou and his son. It probably hasn't been sent to the Procuratorate Headquarters yet."
"A confession from Old Hou, what's the situation, did they spill the beans?"
Zhao Chunming took the confession record with a look of surprise, getting ready to flip through it.
"If only they had spilled the beans; take a look for yourself!"
Old Chen said, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, obviously tired.
