The interrogation room was still dimly lit, and Sir was still clad in a white dress shirt.
But this time, there was an addition—a middle-aged man in a black trench coat.
Yang Meifeng was not wearing those shiny silver bracelets either.
She sat quietly across the table, not daring to lift her head, extremely docile.
No wonder, after being locked up all night and being used as a human punching bag by Zhang Hongyan and others, even the most stubborn would have been worn down by now.
"Yang Meifeng, I've checked your background and you frequently gamble. You've had debt dealings with many people."
"Someone like you can easily take the wrong path to crime."
Sir in white sat poised at the table and spoke leisurely, "Considering it's your first offense, and you have no prior record, we won't be harsh on you as long as you come clean. Please cooperate with us to quickly arrest the entire criminal gang."
"Sir, I really don't know what to confess."
