Detention center.
The stern interrogation room.
Mr. Ye Wenhan sat in the center, smirking contemptuously at Song Zhizhi. He mocked, "Song Zhizhi, didn't you claim to despise me? Yet you can't wait to see me so soon?!"
Song Zhizhi looked at him, silent at that moment.
Ye Wenhan snorted mockingly, his face clearly showing his impatience. "I'm very busy, don't waste my time. Speak up."
"I want to speak with you alone," Song Zhizhi finally said.
Ye Wenhan frowned.
Song Zhizhi glanced at the few prison guards standing nearby.
"There are certain matters that I want to discuss with you alone."
Ye Wenhan stared back at Song Zhizhi, observing her serious and determined demeanor.
What in the world is this woman up to?!
A hesitation of two seconds, then he instructed the prison guards, "Song Zhizhi has something confidential to relate to me about the case, please all leave the room."
The prison guards exchanged glances.