Wang Chuan was taken aback, stopped, and looked back.
"Why can't I leave?"
Tang Yanqing gave a signal, and Jia Tianzi and Guan Liang quietly stepped forward from both sides, restraining Wang Chuan.
Tang Yanqing walked down the corridor towards Wang Chuan step by step, weighing the deposition in his hand: "You just asked me why you drew a clown on Rosa's windshield... A person's motive for wrongdoing is only buried in their own heart. You think we can't see through your heart, so naturally, we can't find your motive. You think you've won."
"But you're wrong. I've already seen through your heart. I know your motive for the crime—Wang Chuan, the reason you did this is because you have a deep desire for Rosa in your heart!"
Wang Chuan's face suddenly changed, yet he looked defiant.
