"Zhang Maomao."
Gu Tao had Zhang Maomao brought in for questioning, the two of them sitting in a room lit only by a single desk lamp. Aside from two chairs and a table, there was no other furniture in the room—no windows, no surveillance, and definitely no network connection. It was completely soundproof; all communication devices were rendered useless. In short, it was an isolated black room cut off from the world.
When her name was called, Zhang Maomao shivered. She still hadn't grasped what mistake she had actually made and blinked back at Gu Tao with what she believed was a very adorable look in her eyes.
"Who did you communicate with last night?"
"I... I was just chatting with some friends after my routine training, like I do every day."
