Shi Lan leaned against the car door, pressed the pause button, and then tapped on the fat man's window, asking, "Well? Do you want me to continue playing it?"
The fat man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling very uneasy, and spoke without any confidence, "You... what exactly do you want?"
Shi Lan fiddled with the voice recorder in her hand and sneered, "Should I release the recording now to prove my innocence, or should I call the police?"