The door swung open, bringing He Juan out of his reverie. He reflexively turned his head but instead of Captain Li, he seemed to see Mu Yuze stepping in, his whole body exuding bone-deep coldness. The image was so fleeting that it was gone once He Juan blinked his eyes, but the impact lingered, leaving his mind reeling.
The base of his skull pounded with a dull ache. What was with that sense of déjà vu? The memory of the past He Juan?
He showed no signs of discomfort on his face, though. Instead he offered a smile once Li Zhi settled into his seat, but it seemed like the man had no intention of reciprocating geniality at the moment. A tinge of helplessness flickered across He Juan's eyes. Not that he could blame the man for that…
Li Zhi placed a recording device on the table and spoke gruffly, "Our conversation will be recorded. Anything you say can be used against you in court, so think carefully before you answer."
