Naive

"How naive." Gu Zhou looked at Cui Qi sympathetically and said calmly, "There's actually someone as naive as you in this world."

Cui Qi slapped the armrest of the chair angrily. The sound of metal chains colliding resounded throughout the interrogation room. That ear-piercing and desolate sound was like Cui Qi's silent roar.

He took a deep breath. Usually, when he interrogated prisoners, he would use such a method to ruthlessly poke the prisoners' weaknesses, making them tell the truth in exasperation.

Gu Zhou slowly stood up and walked up to Cui Qi. He looked down at him. There was no disdain in his eyes, only sympathy. "Cui Qi, I really didn't expect you to be so naive. If your father finds out about what you've done, he'll probably be so angry that he'll climb up from hell!"

Cui Qi panted heavily. He looked at Gu Zhou with a dark expression and questioned, "What exactly do you mean? If you have something to say, just say it. Don't dawdle!"