Twenty minutes later, Hannah Hargrave and Harry Zachary came out of her room, both neatly dressed with no sign of what they'd just done.
...
At the detention center, Zhou Qiang has already been formally sentenced, sporting a buzz cut, wearing prison clothes, and handcuffed.
Tang Zhuo sat opposite him, separated by steel bars.
"Zhou Qiang, you still claim you're not being directed by someone? Then, who sent money to your wife for the New Year?" Tang Zhuo looked nonchalant, having left home, where he should've been welcoming the New Year's Eve with family, to rush here after speaking with the president, hoping to find a breakthrough with Zhou Qiang.
"You're kidding, right? My wife is just an ordinary woman; who would send her money for the New Year." Zhou Qiang feigned difficulty and smiled, but the panicked flash in his eyes was keenly caught by Tang Zhuo, who let a faint smile curve his lips and softly asked, "Really?"
