An Ning made no effort to hide the mocking curl of her lips. Her eyes, fixed on the mirror behind the officers, were like a bottomless abyss, brimming with scorn. The words that fell from her red lips were like daggers, each one twisting in the heart.
"Are you talking about that idiot who can't even figure out that one plus one equals two, yet somehow managed to score third in the entire country?"
"The idiot who only knows his name is Jiang Xia and can't say a single word in his own defense?"
"That—"
BAM!
The interrogation room door was kicked open.
In the doorway stood a woman in an exquisite cheongsam. Aside from a faint, furious blush at the corners of her eyes, her expression was perfectly composed.
"Thank you for your work. I'll take it from here and have a word with this young lady."
The two officers across from An Ning rose quickly, gave the elegant woman a slight nod, and left. Soon, only An Ning and this woman of considerable status remained in the room.
