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Interrogation room.
Yan Zhenzhen had been detained for a night; her mobile phone had been confiscated, and she couldn't make contact with the outside world or even her family.
Sitting on the chair with her hands cuffed in cold metal, her spirit had reached the brink of collapse.
The interrogator tapped the desk lightly with one hand, "Your two accomplices have already confessed. Are you still going to stubbornly deny everything?"
"I... don't know what you're talking about," Yan Zhenzhen knew she couldn't admit to anything.
She absolutely could not confess that she was the mastermind behind the kidnapping of Qiao An orchestrated by those two guys.
Once she admitted it, her fate would be very dangerous.
"You don't know, huh?" the interrogator's expression darkened, "You know Miss Qiao An, right?"
"I know her," Yan Zhenzhen nodded absentmindedly.
"You have a grudge against her, correct?"
"No."
