On the surface, Zhou Quan looked friendly and warm, and he spoke to Lee Man very politely.
In reality, however, Zhou Quan's eyes were bright and alert, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Lee Man's expression and eyes throughout.
Whatever Lee Man said, Zhou Quan would trust only his own judgment.
The instant Yuen Man's name came up, a flicker of longing and a trace of smugness flashed deep in Lee Man's eyes.
The person he missed was naturally the real painter, Yuen Man.
As for his smugness, it undoubtedly came from Fake Ruan Wen, who was preparing to bail him out.
Of course, the emotions Lee Man displayed were clearly the exact opposite of what he felt inside.
"Sir Kwan, this has nothing to do with Yuen Man. She's just a victim!"
He rose from the interrogation chair in some agitation and put on an act, shouting hoarsely.
In the series of stories Lee Man had prepared, Yuen Man was his beloved, someone he had ultimately failed to end up with for various reasons.
Thus, although the emotions he now displayed were partly intended to disguise and conceal, they were also a genuine reaction.
After all, Yuen Man truly held a unique place in Lee Man's heart.
"Sit down. I said sit down and behave!"
Before Zhou Quan could react to the highly agitated Lee Man, Chow Sing Sing, seated to his right, was the first to roar.
Lee Man remained unmoved. He merely braced his hands on the interrogation table and stared fixedly at Zhou Quan.
How could Chow Sing Sing stand by when a mere criminal dared to treat his boss with such an attitude?
Chow Sing Sing sprang to his feet and reached Lee Man in a single stride.
With a sweep of