After a long silence, Zhang Yan replied, "He was a leader in my previous company."
"Leader?"
"That simple?"
Mr. He raised his voice and said solemnly, "I saw your family portrait, it doesn't seem like a leader-subordinate relationship?"
In an instant, Zhang Yan bowed her head and fell into silence.
Then, Mr. He asked, "His daughter Li Lan is dead, do you know?"
"I don't know!"
"I haven't been in contact with this man for a long time."
"I am not aware of his family situation."
"Speaking so cleanly, huh?"
Next, Mr. He said, "I now suspect you are involved in his daughter's death."
"I want to ask where you were and what you were doing on the night of the tenth, two months ago?"
"Two months ago?"
Zhang Yan bowed her head to think for a moment.
"I'm really sorry, I have a bad memory, and I've been suffering from insomnia recently."
"I really can't recall what I was doing two months ago."
Mr. He said sternly, "Don't pretend to be confused with me!"
