The result he got was that Chen Zhi had already confessed!
"Damn it, is that woman an idiot or what?! She confessed just two days in!" Si Ye fumed, sweeping the teacup from the coffee table with a swing of his arm, which then smashed to pieces on the floor.
The little maid stood by Si Xi's side, trembling slightly.
Si Xi, looking at Si Ye across from him, curved his lips into a smile, "Maybe it was a forced confession, or maybe she really did it."
Si Ye's eyes darkened as he made another phone call, demanding to find out the exact circumstances of Chen Zhi's confession.
By the afternoon, someone had delivered some materials.
"This is the recording of her confession process, and this is the confession letter she signed herself," the man handed over a cassette and a document to Si Ye.
The man took them, inserting the tape into the recorder, and the voices of the police and Chen Zhi played from within.
"You are Chen Zhi?"
"Yes."
