"Yes, yes, yes. What the CEO said is right."
He Xing followed the man and spoke in a subservient tone.
"Which interrogation room is Huang Zhian in?"
Pei Ge could not stand it anymore. Zhao Jingcheng left, but here came another one.
"Just right ahead; turn left at the end of this corridor, and that guy is in the first room."
He Xing answered her question, the corners of his lips curling slightly. His gaze shifted from the man to this woman; if his superiors did not transfer him here from his original city, how would he be here? Old Lady Qu promised him that she would get him transferred back, but she had not taken any actions ever since then. In fact, that elderly woman had not come looking for him again.
"Alright. I understand."
Pei Ge nodded and signaled to He Xing. "Thanks superintendent for the arrangement. As for Huang Zhian's interrogation, I can manage on my own."
"Aren't madam afraid that that guy will—"
