As time ticked by second by second, Zheng Shaohua was getting impatient.
"Ye Chen, this is the Qing Shan Sanatorium, don't think that anyone can come to save you now,"
Zheng Shaohua said gloomily, "I advise you to stop wasting time and confess everything clearly."
"Confess clearly? Isn't everything already clear?"
Ye Chen said indifferently, "You want to pin the charge of malicious wounding on me, I advise you all to give up on that idea. It's best if you just go back where you came from."
"You..."
Anger was almost spitting out of Zheng Shaohua's eyes, filled with a cold gleam.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the interrogation room became extremely tense. Under the irritation, Tian Hu reached out, pulled out a weapon from his body, and fiercely pointed it at Ye Chen's head.
"No one has ever dared to point this thing at me, I advise you to put it down. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do next,"
