Zhang Minwei maintained a degree of politeness toward Wen Jingheng, "Director Wen, what do you mean by that?"
Wen Jingheng stepped onto the platform. Despite being quite young, just over thirty, he radiated an aura that demanded respect and even a touch of awe.
Beyond his personal competence, the Wen Family of B City was not to be taken lightly.
So when he made his appearance, everyone fell silent.
His words, as a result, were easily persuasive.
"The meaning is quite simple," Wen Jingheng said indifferently, his gaze coldly sweeping over Lin Xinxin, "just as Mr. Chai mentioned, your daughter Miss Lin is implicated in the death of Zhang Yingying five years ago. Today, we are here to arrest her and take her back for questioning."
Zhang Minwei was sharply taken aback, disbelief filling his eyes!
