Sun Zhihao was scared.
He was stubbornly refusing to confess.
Fu Ziqian got the news too, knowing Sun Zhihao wouldn't confess. He went to the police station to see Sun Zhihao.
...
Sun Zhihao and Fu Ziqian were in a small room, with handcuffs on Sun Zhihao's hands.
Sun Zhihao looked at Fu Ziqian.
"Sun Zhihao." Fu Ziqian looked at Sun Zhihao.
Under normal circumstances, the conversation between him and Sun Zhihao would be overheard by the people at the police station, they would monitor it, but... he was Fu Ziqian, the police wouldn't monitor his conversation with Sun Zhihao.
So, Fu Ziqian could say whatever he wanted.
"Why won't you come clean?" Fu Ziqian asked.
Sun Zhihao: "..."
Of course, he didn't dare to confess, confessing would mean going to jail.
"Are you afraid of going to jail?" Fu Ziqian asked calmly.
Sun Zhihao still didn't speak.
He knew, Fu Ziqian was there to persuade him to turn himself in and confess.
