"Alright, make sure you do it discreetly, don't let anyone discover it." Mrs. Yun finally showed satisfaction and gracefully left.
Hei Ze Lang turned and entered the interrogation room. Jun Yiyi's hands and feet were already clamped by automatic locks made of fine steel, locked against the wall. The entire interrogation room was only ten square meters in size, airtight, with a heavy iron door, and not even a single window.
Inside the room, there were only two chairs.
Such an environment, just looking at it, filled one's heart with unease and fear.
Even though Jun Yiyi usually remained optimistic, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and fear now. After all, she was pampered and protected by all her relatives, never treated like this before.
At this moment, there was no loving relative around her, and she could only face the unknown fear alone. It's not like she wasn't afraid.
But she could only force herself to stay calm and adapt to the situation.
