The next morning, in the interrogation room of the Ministry of State Security in Lin'an City.
This time Jiang Angge still sat in the interrogation seat. Since today's questioning was scheduled, Luo Lie specifically arranged for him to have a good night's sleep, so Jiang Angge now looked much healthier.
His hands and feet were shackled to the table and chair, no longer resembling the appearance of a wealthy, young aristocrat, but rather looking like a convicted prisoner.
"Alright."
Looking at Jiang Angge's disheveled appearance, Lu Yu sat in the interrogation seat and spoke blandly, "Jiang Angge, you've made enough of a fuss. If you're smart now, you'd better honestly share all the information about the Jiang Family, so your days can be somewhat easier."
As he spoke, Lu Yu's fingers rhythmically tapped the table, making a series of sounds. His mouth slightly curled up with a hint of amusement.
"Somewhat easier?"
