After all, Wen Yan wasn't even from the Scorching Sun Department. Wen Yan could spout off whatever he liked, and wouldn't represent the Scorching Sun Department either way.
Of course, that Scholar Tu had no idea about this.
Wen Yan put away his phone and immediately saw two brawny, muscular supervisors escorting a scrawny, shackled little monkey of a man into the room.
The supervisors forced the little monkey into a chair, then gave Wen Yan a slight smile.
"You go ahead and chat. We'll step out for now. If anything happens, just hit the alarm, or shout for us—either way is fine."
"Thanks for the trouble."
"No need to mention it."
Scholar Tu saw how polite the supervisors were to Wen Yan and had a sense right away that someone important had arrived. He shrank into himself, looking all skin and bones, like a damned junkie.
Scholar Tu's eyes darted nervously, cautiously sizing up Wen Yan, while Wen Yan was sizing him up right back.
