Faced with Yan Jun's threats and temptations, Du Weizhe hadn't wanted to speak, and now he was so frightened that he stuttered and didn't know how to start talking.
The man took a deep breath and didn't respond for quite a while.
Yan Jun, beside him, took the opportunity to grab Du Weizhe's shoulder, full of coercive intent.
"Spit it out, what are you trying to do hanging around the doorway, planning to harm Pei Zhiyao?"
Du Weizhe shook his head, his voice trembling with fear.
"No..."
"No? Then why are you lurking around here? Where is Pei Zhiyao? Where did you take him?"
Du Weizhe shook his head, stubbornly refusing to admit anything.
About everything concerning Pei Zhiyao, Du Weizhe was even less willing to divulge.
Even if he knew, he didn't want to say.
"I have no idea, it's no use asking me."
"Is that so?"
Yan Jun wasn't being polite.
Since Du Weizhe was denying it, Yan Jun decided to use force.