Next to the interrogation room.
Zhou Ning and Liu Yongxin were standing with their arms folded, each wearing an earpiece, in uniform posture, looking towards the one-way mirror into the interrogation room.
At that moment, Mr. Feng entered the interrogation room, handing over a thick stack of documents that Zhou Ning had just printed to Xu Dayuan. Mrs. Qin, sitting across from him, had it pretty good—not sitting on that metal interrogation chair, but on a wooden one instead.
Long hair casually draped over her shoulders made her features seem even more delicate, especially the almost tearful expression which would have evoked pity from Zhou Ning had he not known what she had done.
However, this girl's heart was truly vicious. The language reeking of pretentious innocence was enough to stir up all the evil in a person's heart.
