90 Divergent Thinking

It was still that interrogation room.

Chilly, cramped, and oppressive. One would feel greatly pressurized to be there.

This was the second time Xiang Wan had seen Huo Shan.

Perhaps Huo Shan had realized that the interrogation this time was different. His expression was even more nervous than the last time. His hands were clasped in front of his body, rubbing his index finger from time to time in an attempt to make himself relaxed. He grinned at the detectives, but the atmosphere started to get too awkward. In the end, he gave up, looking dejected as if he had wilted.

"Detective, I've already told you everything. What do you guys want from me this time?"

Tang Yuanchu wanted to say something but was stopped by Bai Muchuan's gaze.

He waved his hand to get Tang Yuanchu to get up from his seat as he wanted to sit directly opposite Huo Shan.

Some people, even if they did not say a word, their very presence was stressful enough to another.