Ji Ting's heart sank. Just then, as he looked at Qin Zaiye's face, something suddenly flashed through his mind.
Qin Zaiye's coldness was different from Ji Yanzhi's. His was the indifference of someone who placed himself above everyone else. Apart from his family and Ling Xi, everyone's feelings were no more than dust in his eyes.
Ji Ting finally realized why the man looked familiar, but before he could speak, an attendant had already grabbed his arm.
"I want to report a violation."
The instant they pressed down on his shoulders and forced him onto his back, Ji Ting blurted out, "I'm reporting that Qin Zaiye has a personal connection to me. The regulations prohibit him from supervising my detention."
From the moment he entered, he had known what this place was.
It was called a Detention Room, typically used to hold department- and bureau-level officials suspected of corruption. The regulations strictly required complete transparency throughout the investigation, so neither the attendants assigned to detainees nor their supervisors could have any personal connection to them.
The two attendants froze. In that moment of hesitation, their grips loosened. They remembered that Lieutenant Colonel Qin had not given his name when he came in. If Ji Ting had not known him beforehand, how could he have known it?
Ji Ting broke free, stood up, and rubbed his arms, which had now suffered even more.
Just then, Qin Zaiye gave a sudden, cold laugh. "Then tell me, what personal connection could I possibly have with someone like you?"
"Romantic rivals." If he had the nerve to ask, Ji Ting had no reason to be embarrassed about answering. "You should have known who I was when you saw my file, but you deliberately concealed it from the organization. That behavior alone constitutes a suspected