C51 He Had Overdone His Work

The lights are on in the interrogation room, and there's a simple table.

It wasn't as cold as interrogating criminals in television dramas, but it wasn't very warm either.

Jian Qingchu sat at the end of the table. Seeing that no one came in for a long time, she could not help but think about how she should get out.

Before she just came in, her phone had already been taken away. Now