"I know, I know..."
Director Wang nodded repeatedly. Since Lu Jinghan had already discovered the situation, he naturally had to prioritize self-preservation, completely ignoring Lu Qing An's survival.
"Director Wang has been living well these past years, taking the twenty million that Lu Qing An gave you, covering up the truth about my parents' murder, and secretly keeping a mistress from your wife. You've probably funneled a lot of your wife's money to this mistress, haven't you?"
Lu Jinghan's lips curled into a faint smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"President Lu, if Lu Qing An hadn't blackmailed me with Xiaoxian back then, I wouldn't have committed any crimes, no matter what. Please forgive me for my momentary lapse and let us go."
Lu Jinghan leaned forward and flicked ash into the ashtray on the coffee table, his hand casually resting with the cigarette on the sofa back: "Let's see how you behave tomorrow."
