...Qin Zaiye.
The name pressed against Ling Xi's throat like a sharp knife, leaving him unable to make a sound.
He shook his head, trembling. The interrogation lamp cast the shadows of his lashes onto his cheeks like spiderweb cracks. "No...you can't...no...no..."
Ji Yanzhi gave him a cool, mocking look, only for Ling Xi to suddenly spring from the interrogation chair and reach for him.
Sun Ye instinctively stood up, but the next second, amid the metallic clatter of handcuffs, Ling Xi was restrained again.
He had almost caught the hem of Ji Yanzhi's clothes. Having hope so close, only to lose it again, utterly broke Ling Xi's heart.
"No-you can't let it be Qin Zaiye-anyone else...just not him!!!"
"Too late." Ji Yanzhi's voice was perfectly measured. "The order has already reached Qin Zaiye. He has to carry it out."
Ling Xi abruptly held his breath, then roared in desperate fury, "Ji Yanzhi, why are you being so cruel to me?!"
Watching the hatred in his eyes, Ji Yanzhi seemed to realize something. "Are you afraid that when he interrogates you, he'll find out you've been using drugs and abandon you without a backward glance?"
With his secret fear exposed, Ling Xi abruptly clenched his cuffed hands.
Ji Yanzhi glanced at his hands and actually laughed. "You're the one responsible for his mother's death, and you indirectly cost him his future. You really think there's still a chance for the two of you?"
"That's a lie! I didn't!"
Ji Yanzhi did not care whether he was stubbornly denying it or truly believed what he said. "Neither you nor I get to decide whether you did. Qin Zaiye will have to tell you himself."
With that, he turned toward the door. "Don't be impatient. You'll see him in a couple of