Seeing Ye Fei compare her to that kind of woman, Leng Yan was even more furious, but for a moment, she couldn't find the words to refute him.
After all, she couldn't just blurt out, "I'm still a virgin!" So, she sat there fuming, unable to continue the interrogation.
With Leng Yan silent, Ye Fei didn't say anything either. He sat quietly, secretly admiring the alluring policewoman's heaving chest as she seethed with anger.
The way her uniform strained against her figure was almost too much to handle—it was undeniably captivating!
Gradually, Ye Fei's anger subsided, and he began to feel a bit of remorse. After all, his words had been quite harsh for a woman who prided herself on her virtue.
Just as Ye Fei was considering whether to apologize to the policewoman, the door to the interrogation room suddenly opened from the outside.
A man in his fifties, dressed in a police uniform, walked in. He ignored Leng Yan and went straight to Ye Fei, saying, "You must be Mr. Ye, right?"
