"What money? The money you spent in bed with a woman. Don't tell me it was free love, that she willingly climbed into your bed."
Zhang Hui was almost amused by Zhao Zhijun's expression.
This guy not going into acting is really a waste.
His ability to confuse and feign innocence is pure talent; no amount of practice can make it this natural and smooth.
"This... this... of course not..."
Zhao Zhijun couldn't deny this, knowing Zhang Meili was also being interrogated and wouldn't hide anything.
If it were just a minor pornography case, he'd keep quiet, and Zhang Meili wouldn't spill either.
But since this involves a murder case, he knew Zhang Meili wouldn't keep it from them.
"The money, I earned it myself."
"Oh? How did you earn it?"
"This... Officer, isn't that my private matter? Do you have to ask?"
Bang!
Zhang Hui slammed the table, making a huge noise and startling Zhao Zhijun.
"Zhao Zhijun, be honest! What do you think this place is?"
