Qiu Xiao Fei was obediently taken into a reception room. Yes, not an interrogation room, but a reception room, complete with sofas and a coffee table.
After Qiu Xiao Fei entered, he saw a man already standing in the room, looking out the window at the scenery. Qiu Xiao Fei felt uneasy; he had no idea what kind of tactic this was.
"Take off his handcuffs." The man with his back to him spoke.
The police officer who had brought Qiu Xiao Fei in did not hesitate. He immediately took out a key, removed Qiu Xiao Fei's handcuffs, then turned and left.
Rubbing his wrists, Qiu Xiao Fei felt uncomfortable. Shouldn't a scene like this be happening in an interrogation room or something?
"Sit." Jiang Yan Hai turned around as he spoke.
Seeing the man turn around, Qiu Xiao Fei froze slightly. This man was younger than he had imagined. He wore plain clothes, and Qiu Xiao Fei had no idea who he was.
Still, Qiu Xiao Fei obediently sat down.
Jiang Yan Hai walked over as well and sat on the sofa opposite him. "You know, when someone's parents or guardians have all sorts of problems during their childhood, that child will be mocked by the students and other children around them as they grow up."
"They develop an inferiority complex and a timid, weak personality. While that personality is taking shape, it becomes very easy for them to accumulate all kinds of negative emotions inside."
Jiang Yan Hai's tone was relaxed, as if he were simply discussing children's education. Yet a flash of pain passed through Qiu Xiao Fei's eyes. Though the description was rather broad, it was practically the story of his entire upbringing.
What hurt him even more was that his life seemed to be repeating