"Having such talent and not going into education, but instead getting mixed up with the underworld, this person's life is really a failure."
In the familiar interrogation room.
The deputy director closed the file and put down the pen, still brooding over the bald man's "teaching ability," muttering non-stop: "A failure, such a failure."
"Um..." Chen Yu sat in the interrogation chair, cautiously asking, "Deputy director, may I go now?"
"The record has already been taken." Sighing, the deputy director waved his hand wearily: "Go back."
"Okay, then I'm leaving."
"Also, from now on, you should call me Director."
"Alright, alright, alright."
Picking up his jacket and putting on his hat, Chen Yu got up and left.
This interrogation room always brought back some not-so-pleasant memories.
He didn't want to stay there for a moment longer.
"Oh, right." The deputy director also stood up, suddenly stretching out his hand to stop Chen Yu.
"Ah? Is there something else?"
