As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Ai draped the blanket over Wang Zimeng.
Seeing this, Wang Zimeng said weakly, "Sister, I'm not cold. I'm just a little afraid."
"Don't be afraid." Jian Ai patted Wang Zimeng's shoulder and comforted her.
Not long after, there was a commotion in the corridor outside the interrogation room. The other party's family arrived first and blocked the interrogation room.
"Captain Wang, one party's relatives are here. They're clamoring to see their children outside," a police officer walked to Wang Li's side and whispered.
Wang Li looked up. "Which side are they from?"
The police officer looked at the youths squatting in the corner and raised his chin. "This."
When Wang Li heard this, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. Then, he closed the document on the table and stood up to walk out. The police officer quickly followed.
"Why did you capture my son?"
