The man thought Mu Shaochen did not believe his words and explained unclearly, "I, I didn't lie, it's true, it was a woman..."
"Ten thousand yuan?"
Mu Shaochen wanted to stomp him to death.
"Did you see that woman?"
"Saw, saw her."
"Look, is it the one in this?"
Mu Shaochen took the cell phone from the police officer, searched for the gallery, and let the man look.
He swiped through several pictures.
The man shook his head at each one.
Mu Shaochen's temper was clearly bad.
He pressed down harder with his foot.
The man felt like dying from the pain.
Finally, at the eighth photo, he nodded.
"Mr. Mu, we'll take over the questioning from here; why don't you and Mrs. Mu go take a break in the resting room?"
The police officer next to him was afraid Mu Shaochen would kill the man.
"Fine."
Mu Shaochen, pulling Qin Wan along, left the interrogation room directly.
Zuo Zhan's call came in.