Shi Feiyang tightly crossed his arms over his chest, standing to the side, observing everything around him with a cold and scrutinizing gaze.
His eyes were as resolute and deep as a solid boulder, revealing a wisdom that penetrated all things in the world with depth.
He was well aware that Zhong Renwang was a cunning and deceitful person, and that these two, as his minions, held many crucial pieces of information and secrets.
Only by adopting this silent, vigilant approach, could he ensure he obtained the most genuine and unadorned confessions from their mouths.
After Xie Zhichuan and Tang Zihan finished writing their confessions, Shi Feiyang strode forward, picked up the two pieces of paper filled with handwriting, his gaze sharp as lightning, examining each word meticulously.
After a thorough examination, finding the contents of the two confessions completely consistent, Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, a barely noticeable hint of satisfaction and approval flickering in his eyes.
