The room was only about ten square meters in size. It was decorated like a pantry, but there was a one-way mirror in front of it,
inside the mirror was a very narrow, pure white room. There were no windows, only a bed, and there was a person lying on the bed.
It was different from the interrogation room that Yun Xiangxiang had expected. There was no blood at all, and the other party was not bruised at all.
However, he seemed to be struggling on the bed. His face was pale, and even though he was struggling, it was difficult for him to move his body.
Song Mian stood beside Yun Xiangxiang. His indifferent gaze landed on the burly man who was squirming on the bed. “How many times have you done it?”
Song Yao asked the man guarding the door before answering song Mian, “Three times.”
“It’s still far from the limit,”song Mian said lightly.
