In the interrogation room.
With handcuffs on, Song Guanchao leaned back in his chair, legs crossed.
He was in no hurry, humming a tune leisurely.
After about half an hour, a sequence of footsteps was heard outside, followed by Director Wang's voice.
"Secretary Li, you're here."
"Where's the person?"
"In the interrogation room."
"Have you interrogated him?"
"No, we were waiting for you to do it personally."
Creak~
Director Wang pushed open the door and saw Song Guanchao with his legs propped up, humming a melody, and immediately frowned and glared, "Sit up properly!"
Song Guanchao ignored him, looking towards the man by his side.
The man appeared to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, around five feet ten inches tall, quite sturdy, and had a rather dignified look.
"You can leave."
Director Wang closed the door, and Li Zhuang came over to sit down, looking Song Guanchao up and down, he asked, "Where are you from?"
