"Lan Lan, listen to me, Chu Dazhuang and I have some questions for you."
Zhang Liang looked at Zhen Lanlan who had been subdued, his expression filled with heartache. He had never expected that his own sister would eventually stand on the opposite side.
At this moment, Zhen Lanlan felt an unbearable scorching and itch all over her body, as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling on her skin.
Chu Dazhuang stood there, then paused briefly after Zhang Liang finished speaking, and turned his head to look at Zhen Lanlan.
"Zhen Lanlan, now you'll answer whatever I ask you."
By then, Zhen Lanlan was immobile, only able to sit stiffly on the chair. At that moment, she also understood that despite thinking she had hidden everything so well for so long, both Zhang Liang and Chu Dazhuang had seen right through her.
After all that effort, she had become a clown.
"Now, listen to what I say. You will answer whatever I ask you, understand?"
