Shen Yunfang looked at the man with glasses and Wang Biao standing up in surprise. She hadn't expected this place to be so dark, nor to find herself caught up in it. Were they trying to frame her into a confession? What should she do then?
Shen Yunfang subconsciously wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach. She could endure any torture, but what about the child inside her? What if they targeted her stomach? As these thoughts raced through her mind, her expression lost its previous calm, and her face turned pale.
Director Zhao leaned back in his chair, relishing the sight of the woman's changing complexion, feeling indescribably satisfied. Everyone who fell into his hands ended up being molded as he pleased. Even those who started off defiant eventually complied, saying whatever he wanted them to say, doing whatever he asked.
