When Sun Long saw that Chen Hao still refused to speak, he grew anxious and kept trying earnestly to persuade him.
About two or three minutes later, Sun Long's phone suddenly rang.
The moment he saw who was calling, Sun Long's brows tightened. He gave Chen Hao a deeply shocked look, then answered.
Only a few seconds into the call, Sun Long's expression changed. He murmured his acknowledgment several times before respectfully hanging up.
After hanging up, Sun Long stared at Chen Hao for a long time, utterly baffled.
"Director Sun, can I leave now?" Chen Hao asked with a confident smile.
Sun Long's mind was in turmoil. The Chen Hao before him was clearly just an ordinary young man in his early twenties. How had he suddenly become so unfathomable that Sun Long could no longer read him at all?
When Sun Long still failed to answer, Chen Hao stood up with a smile and moved to open the door himself.
"Chen Hao." Sun Long suddenly stopped him. "Who exactly are you?"
Chen Hao paused with the door half open, then smiled. "Just an ordinary person."
With that, he opened the door and walked out.
The call Sun Long had just received had come from a highly unusual department in Huaxia called the National Congress.
The National Congress held an exceptionally high position in Huaxia.
Sun Long had never imagined that Chen Hao not only knew someone like Chu Jinliang, but even had connections reaching into the National Congress.
Even Sun Long, who had spent forty or fifty years in legal and political circles, felt outclassed by that frightening influence.
Of course, even Chen Hao himself was puzzled as he walked out of the detention room.
He knew nothing about any National Congress, nor did he know who had