Xu Hui was stunned for two seconds before suddenly having a realization, and quickly said, "You're Xia Bing, Chief Xia?"
"It's me."
Indeed, standing at the door was none other than Xia Bing!
Xia Bing walked past Xu Hui and glanced inside the room, asking, "Is the person inside?"
"Here!"
A weight immediately lifted off Xu Hui's shoulders, and he quickly stepped aside to leave the doorway clear!
As the view before her suddenly cleared, the first thing Xia Bing noticed was a plume of steaming mist. She slightly furrowed her brow, her gaze landing on the man sitting beside the pot—that is, who else if not Zhao Yang?
"Yo, Chief Xia, hey, Xia Feng, you're here too!"
Zhao Yang turned his head and gave a grin, showing a carefree smile.
"Damn, you little prick, I thought you were suffering in here, but you're living it up like a god with even a hot pot feast at your disposal!" Xia Feng laughed and cursed as he walked into the interrogation room, carrying a plastic bag in his hand.
