"Zhang Bing, nicknamed Ghost Li... do you know what you've done wrong?" Meng Chengbiao blew on his tea leaves, pretending to be indifferent.
His mission was to interrogate Zhang Bing as quickly as possible, both to provide Jiang Yuan with more clues and to expedite the submission of evidence, freeing up space for the next suspect.
Zhang Bing sat upright, the interrogation chair creaking loudly, and flashed a forced smile, "Sir, ever since I finished my last sentence, I've truly turned over a new leaf. My wife says I've been diligent about contributing to society, I stay out of trouble now, my health has improved too, and my eyes radiate positive energy."
"Your tone is decent, but your attitude about confessing is problematic," Meng Chengbiao looked up at Zhang Bing. "Do you want to reconsider?"
