"Director."
Seeing the Director's somber expression, Li Weiguo felt a sense of unease at the pit of his stomach, his eyes cutting to the young man. Could it be...
"I said let him go out," the Director stated firmly, brooking no doubt.
Li Weiguo clenched his teeth in frustration and, with the help of two police officers, reluctantly left the room.
As the door of the interrogation room closed, silence descended. Director Zhao, hunching his back, walked over and tentatively asked, "Master... Yan?"
The young man lifted his gaze, and upon seeing those eyes, Director Zhao's heart skipped a beat. There was no mistaking them; those eyes were just like Mayor Yan's. The Yan family had two sons, and it was said that the eldest was exceptional and carried himself with extraordinary poise. Could it be the person before him was the eldest?
The young man curved his lips into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, a mocking light in them that made Director Zhao's heart sink.
