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Meanwhile, Zong Jian was also getting entangled in trouble.
"You're an old hand in Jianghu, let's skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point!" The policeman sitting across from Zong Jian said coldly, "What's your relationship with Zhou Huchen?"
In a cramped interrogation room, Zong Jian looked at the officer questioning him, his wrinkled face calm: "No relationship at all!"
"Bang!"
After a crisp, loud sound, a new folder appeared on the table between them.
"Inside this is the DNA test report of Zhou Huchen, along with his own confession, have a look for yourself!"
The officer in charge of questioning spoke with a pained expression: "You were once a senior I trusted immensely, I hope you can face your mistakes!"
Hearing the disappointment in the officer's voice, Zong Jian's mouth twitched: "If that disappoints you so much, then give up your trust in me because you didn't even give me the basic trust!"
