In Wu Dayong's heart, emotions were mixed, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned.
The look of utmost supplication and the posture of yielding and advancing moved the listener.
However, Ye Fan looked on coldly, unmoved, without revealing a hint of sympathy, nor making any promises.
Ye Fan gave Wu Dayong a helpless look, then turned and left.
"Stop, you stop for me." Wu Dayong's frantic scream.
Ye Fan turned a deaf ear and left the interrogation room.
Until Ye Fan's figure disappeared, Wu Dayong felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed, sitting weakly on the chair.
His eyes were lifeless, unfocused, like a walking corpse, devoid of any human color.
He had already begged as much as he could, promised to repay with a thousand gratitudes in the next life, and was even willing to kneel, all to gain Ye Fan's sympathy and sense of justice to protect his elderly mother thoroughly.
He stated every condition he could think of.
