Feng Jian's spirits lifted immediately when he saw Zhou Jun and his wife leave the police station.
However, after staring for a long time at the couple's backs, he still didn't see Zhou Xin.
He furrowed his eyebrows involuntarily. What was going on here?
Those two punks had already withdrawn the lawsuit, why wasn't Zhou Xin released?
He pondered for a moment, then opened the car door and walked over.
"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'm Feng Jian from the Pingtan Branch, Director Ma sent me to handle this situation."
His tone was very polite, even somewhat ingratiating and sycophantic.
After all, the man in front of him was worth billions.
As a small-time policeman, he could never earn that much money in several lifetimes.
Moreover, it wasn't intentional; it was an instinctive attempt to curry favor, making it seem very natural.
He glanced at the police station and asked, "Why didn't I see Mr. Zhou's son?"
