Ma Guowei did not stop him from contacting a lawyer.
Wei Zejun coldly finished the phone call to his lawyer and said in a self-deprecating tone, "I'm a criminal suspect now. Shouldn't you lock me up first?"
Ma Guowei frowned; Liang Jianfeng didn't want things to get ugly or for Wei Zejun to lose face.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have met him in the office.
And he felt that Wei Zejun should understand the message he was trying to convey.
Of course, he could understand why Wei Zejun was angry.
A wealthy heir, raised in luxury with such high social status, suddenly ending up in detention.
The huge disparity affected his mood.
But Ma Guowei was under no obligation to cater to his emotions.
"If you want to go, you can." Ma Guowei said expressionlessly.
His attitude sparked Wei Zejun's temper, who snorted coldly and said, "What? Is the police station owned by my family? I can go if I want? Then if I want to leave now, can I leave?"
