As soon as the words were spoken, Zhong Shuang tilted his head and stared at Jiang An.
He stood there, frozen, not moving a muscle.
Only his eyeballs were constantly moving, glancing back and forth at the four people in front of him.
At this moment, it wasn't just Jiang An; even Li Jian and Wan could sense that something was off.
Originally, Wan was full of anger, with no place to vent it.
This was a good opportunity.
Wan hurriedly put down the interrogation record pen in his hand and walked over quickly.
He shouted loudly, "What's wrong? Feeling guilty, are we?"
"You escaped last time at your house door, but this time you won't get away, will you?"
As soon as the words were out, Chen He urged, "Hurry up and strip."
"Or do you want us to help you strip?"
"I don't believe that we, four men, can't get your pants off."
After 2 minutes of silence, Zhong Shuang remained unmoved, only his eyes swaying left and right, as if he was considering his next move.
