Detention warrant?
Rong Yan didn't expect that she still had a trump card hidden, holding it back until the very end before revealing it.
"Phone." Zhou Xia stretched out her hand.
Even if Rong Yan wanted to send someone a text message in advance, she couldn't find the opportunity. With a tense face, she slowly handed over her phone.
Zhou Xia snatched it away immediately, put it away deftly, and said with an official demeanor, "Mr. Rong, let's go. We're just asking you for some words, don't be nervous."
Rong Yan glanced at her lightly, regardless of what she thought internally, at least her outward appearance didn't show the anxiety Zhou Xia expected, "Why would I be nervous about a normal questioning? Is Director Zhou afraid because your questioning isn't normal?"
Otherwise, why is she being redundant?
