"Ye Xiaofan..."
'Snap.'
In the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, Lin Miaoke heavily threw the documents in her hand onto the table, shouting angrily at Xiaofan. She leaned over the table, glaring at him with fury.
She was genuinely angry. This guy clearly had a lot of secrets in his heart, yet he never talked to her about them. At the end of the day, didn't he completely fail to treat her as a friend?
But if he didn't consider her a friend, why would he seek her help with such grand gestures each time? Here he was, causing another commotion as if he couldn't go a day without stirring up trouble.
"Today, you seem to be in a bad mood. That time of the month?"
"Shut up. Tell me, what exactly happened at that time?" Lin Miaoke glared at Xiaofan, her charming face full of anger.
"How would I know? I went to take over the company, who knew Hou Yaoming would pull a gun?"
