Rong Zhi nodded, put on a mask, and followed Yang Feifan out of the interrogation room.
With Yang Feifan there, no one dared to stop them.
They were all stunned.
What's going on?
No interrogation? Just let go like that?
Sheng Zizhao got a thorough scolding from his superior, his expression turned quite unpleasant.
His peripheral vision caught the untouched wet wipes on the table, making his expression even worse.
...
At the entrance to the task force headquarters, Chen Qi chased after them, holding out Rong Zhi's backpack with both hands, his expression awkward as he spoke, "Mr. Rong, your bag."
Rong Zhi took the bag and slung it over his shoulder.
Catching the indifference in the young man's expression, Chen Qi realized that their division's actions had chilled the boy's heart, and he felt increasingly guilty.
Originally, the person came to help out of goodwill, and not only did they do nothing to help, but they also locked him up, something that would upset anyone.
