As the saying goes, when you pull out the radish, you get the mud.
But in this situation, how come the radish didn't come out, but the mud on the roots showed up first?
Xu Ming steadied himself, his gaze fixed firmly on the young man in front of him, and asked, "We've got everything recorded about this matter, but apart from this, you'd better explain everything else clearly and leave no secrets."
Jiang Hui, sitting in the interrogation chair, trembled slightly, "Other things... There aren't any. I really have only done this one wrong thing."
"And after doing it, I regretted it to death, and I thought countless times about going to turn myself in at the police station, but each time I reached its entrance and saw the flashing police lights, I couldn't bring myself to step in, never mustering the courage to confess."
"Really? You really had the thought of turning yourself in?"
Xu Ming slightly raised an eyebrow, "Talk is cheap. What do you have to prove it?"
