Qiao Hongyi asked many questions, very detailed ones, sometimes even uncovering things that Li Mumu had not thought of or did not know herself.
Twenty minutes later, aside from the secret of the transmigrators, Li Mumu felt as though even the color of her underwear had been exposed to others.
This was definitely not any normal interrogation technique. Li Mumu had studied this field, and there was nothing this exaggerated; just by sitting down and chatting, he could dig out information from your brain that you yourself weren't even aware of.
"What do you think the purpose of these people smuggling themselves over is?"
How could I possibly know that? I'm not part of their group!
Looking at Li Mumu's clear yet perplexed eyes, Qiao Hongyi quickly wrote down line after line in his notebook.
So what exactly are you writing?
Watching his movements, Li Mumu's curiosity involuntarily swelled.
