Qin Zaiye glared viciously at Ji Ting, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins bulged on the backs of his hands.
Only after a long while did he force a sentence through gritted teeth. "Who do you think you are? My father will never believe you."
"He doesn't have to believe me. That won't stop him from deciding Ling Xi is the one to blame."
In the surveillance room, Shen Lin and the commander both glanced at Qin Mingzhong.
Qin Mingzhong's face was thunderous, his eyes fixed on Ji Ting on the screen. Who knew what turmoil was churning inside him?
They had to admit that using a father to keep his own son in check was a ruthless, well-calculated move on Ji Ting's part. Never mind Qin Mingzhong-even they would have found it hard not to form a negative opinion of Ling Xi.
The balance in the interrogation room had already shifted. Anyone could see the fury raging in Qin Zaiye's eyes, yet before long, that fire seemed to die down.
He managed to calm down because he had suddenly seized on a weakness of Ji Ting's-
His inner voice.
Leaving aside how this bizarre phenomenon had come about, the fact that he could hear it meant Ji Ting's thoughts were laid bare before him, almost completely unconcealed.
He only needed to deliberately steer Ji Ting into answering key questions. Once that inner voice exposed his true thoughts, Qin Zaiye could prove that his harsh interrogation had been targeted, not an abuse of authority for personal ends.
At that thought, Qin Zaiye's tense body gradually relaxed, and the anger vanished entirely from his face.
"Ji Ting, since you keep insisting I'm guilty, fine. Let's get to the root of this, starting with how you discovered and determined that