Tang Yunxian's words had an air of deadly menace: "clanging chains, thrown in jail."
The atmosphere instantly tensed up, everyone held their breath as if a single exhalation could ignite the entire studio.
The three people in focus were all shivering, the studio lights were supposed to be hot, but they all seemed to plunge into an icy pond, their bodies cold.
"What's the matter? Not forthcoming? When I start talking, the nature of the matter will change," Tang Yunxian remained calm, making the guilty feel even more nervous.
Nobody knew what kind of cards he held in his hand.
"If you come forward, the police might consider it a voluntary surrender, and you might get a lighter sentence. If I have to act, it won't be the same..."
His voice was gentle, even slow, like a soft knife slowly twisting.
Despite trying to appear composed, all three couldn't hide their fear, especially Tang Mo, who was actually trembling with fear.