His tone was harsh and unyielding. Wu Min felt like biting Zhang Ziwen. She said coldly, "You seem to be the kind that won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. I know all about what you've done; trying to deny it won't do you any good. I've kept silent only to save your face."
Wu Min was finding it hard to suppress her annoyance. She could sense his discomfort, but his relentless provocation was frustrating her further. How could one be so shameless? He had done wrong, yet refused to admit his faults. Wu Min found herself increasingly repulsed by this muddled fellow.
"Always lecturing me, save your 'cop talk'! Can't come up with anything else to say, can you? I can't even be bothered to talk to you. Just get out of the car…" Zhang Ziwen, seeing Wu Min staring at him angrily, concluded that she had no physical evidence against him. Her anger, for some reason, made him feel a perverse pleasure. Picking fights with her somehow gave him a strange sense of balance.
