"I was drinking with him only because..."
Chen Ziming tried to explain, but Lan Qing gave him no chance.
"Yes or no?"
Chen Ziming pressed his lips together and had no choice but to answer.
"Yes!"
"Then, did you lead Xicheng upstairs into the room booked by Sang Xin?"
"Yes!"
"Afterwards, your phone rang, but it was actually Sang Xin calling from the restroom, and you pretended it was a client calling you, wasn't it?"
Chen Ziming bit his lip.
Lan Qing, who had appeared gentle all along, suddenly pressed both hands onto his witness table, his eyes fixated intensely on Chen's.
"Is it or isn't it? Answer immediately!"
Pressed by his sudden burst of authority, Chen Ziming instinctively shrank back.
"Yes!"
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