In the private room, glasses clinked as good wine and fine food were consumed, and the atmosphere at the table heated up.
The sense of distance between Feng Mu and the prison guards was swiftly closed under the influence of alcohol.
Of course, this closeness was only superficial; nobody took it seriously. However, this surface-level ice-breaking marked the beginning of many relationships.
For Feng Mu, reaching this level meant that the dinner had already played out 50% of its role.
As for the remaining 50%, it had already begun when they were in the same private room with Feng Mu.
They would all serve as Feng Mu's alibi witnesses tonight, to erase his murder suspect status.
Wang Jian ate absent-mindedly, his gaze occasionally drifting to Feng Mu, observing his every move.
