"Director Chen, who's in there, getting beaten up so badly?"
Director Chen turned around and saw the coffee cup in the other's hand, "So late, and you're still drinking coffee?"
The officer raised his hand, signaling, "Ah, I have a few more cases to handle, working late tonight. Director Chen, want a cup? I'll make one for you."
"I'll pass. I can't get used to you young folks' stuff. You should drink less; it's not good for you."
The officer chuckled and asked again, "Who's in there, really?"
Director Chen tried to change the subject, but curiosity got the better of the officer. He started shooing him away, "Go, go, take care of your cases. This one's not your responsibility. Don't ask unnecessary questions."
"I'm just asking, just asking..."
Ten minutes later, Gao Zhe walked out of the interrogation room.
Director Chen had returned and was just about to speak when he saw the small wound on Gao Zhe's hand. "Mr. Gao, do you want to get that treated?"
