Qiao Nanchu glanced over, "Captain Cheng, this is my childhood friend, don't cuss him out in front of me."
Fine, he'd cuss behind his back.
Jiang Zhi asked again, his face tight with extreme impatience, "Who directed you?"
Jiang Chuan hemmed and hawed for a while, head bowed, not daring to meet Jiang Zhi's eyes, "No one directed me; I wanted to kill her myself."
Kill her?
Kill Zhou Xufang.
Jiang Zhi suppressed the violent impulse to kill within himself, "To get revenge for Xu Jiuru?"
Jiang Chuan remained silent, his cuffed hands placed on the table, palms sweaty.
Jiang Zhi glanced at his watch, ten forty, it was past the allotted time.
"If you don't come up with a reason, not only Xu Jiuru," his face was calm, as if discussing something trivial, "you will feed the dogs too."
Captain Cheng thought this was just an intimidation tactic.
Qiao Nanchu knew that when Jiang Zhi was rational, he could be reasoned with, but once he went mad, he probably wouldn't stop at anything.
