Chapter 161: You Can't Live by Doing Wrong to Yourself

Ye Fan sat in an interrogation room, handcuffed, his hands pinned behind him, finding it oddly coincidental how much the situation resembled the last time.

"Ah, I hope the outcome is the same as last time," he prayed silently to himself.

The memory of that night when he inadvertently blurted out the color of Zhao Lina's underwear—and the terrifying look on her face with her eyebrows inverted and her eyes wide open—made him shudder.

The torturous waiting stretched on until after eleven when finally sounds came from outside the interrogation room.

Clang—

Creak—

The iron door opened, and Ye Fan watched as Zhao Lina walked in with a frosty face, his gaze involuntarily sweeping over her body.

Very soon, the next moment, his attention was caught by the black rubber baton and stun baton she was holding in her hands.

Ye Fan's pupils shrank instinctively, thinking to himself, "Could Zhao Lina seriously be about to settle a personal score?"