Time ticked by little by little.
Qian kept using psychological suggestions to coax the criminal out. Her "suggestions" sounded more like casual chatting, and the onlookers, unable to bear the sweltering heat, had already started whispering among themselves.
This negotiation expert doesn't look anything like the ones on TV. Even though she's using the same kind of tone they do in dramas, it just doesn't sound serious at all.
"Can she even handle this?"
"Exactly, why isn't she getting to the point?"
"The higher-ups only know how to use our tax money to feed freeloaders. Look at these so‑called officials, they're all useless."
A few people in the crowd whispered, and their words reached Yu Minglang's ears. He glared at them fiercely. Laypeople talking nonsense about professionals again! How could his wife be saying anything useless? This had to be one of her tactics!
Qian was still working on the stand-off when Mrs. Yu's phone rang.
It was a call from Daiyi.
