"When was the last time you signed this contract?"
Song Yi sat straight upright, revealing nothing out of the ordinary: "I've already told you, you can refer to the transcript between me and Officer Tang."
But underneath, a hand was tightly clutching her own clothes.
The psychological shadows and fears from childhood are quite difficult to overcome.
Just try to maintain facial equilibrium as much as possible.
Pan Juanfeng frowned: "But you came over saying you want to be interrogated again, please cooperate."
Song Yi: "But you just came in saying there were some questions you missed, so you wanted to ask me. However, these questions have already been asked by Officer Tang; I think the transcript should have a record."
"So, when you're asking me, I feel there's no need to answer you a second time."
Song Yi's voice was soft, but each word carried assertiveness.
Cold and indifferent.
Looking up into her eyes, there is only calmness, no extra emotion visible.
