Half an hour later, it was precisely nine o'clock in the evening.
Shen Hao and Chen Tianwen had been quietly discussing the case in the courtyard, mainly the follow-up matters in Hai Xia and Tanshi. Regardless of whether Zhou Qing ultimately chose to continue to resist or to confess, many tasks would require Chen Tianwen to stay behind and clean up.
"My lord, the time has come."
"Let's go."
Seeing Zhou Qing again, Shen Hao's eyes narrowed slightly. It had only been half an hour, yet the man before him—who previously resembled a caged and furious beast—now slumped in despair, looking almost on the verge of death.
Spirit, ah. When a man's spirit is gone, isn't this exactly what he looks like? Not to mention the struggles and choices in his heart, even self-reproach—such torments from multiple fronts are unimaginable to ordinary people.
Witnessing Zhou Qing change so much, Shen Hao secretly gained even more confidence in his grasp over the situation.
