Ugh—
Lin Yuheng turned his gaze slightly toward Jiang Fan, who was standing right next to her, and looked somewhat astonished,
"You're Jiang Fan?"
Ruan Qingsu, standing to the side, was also taken aback.
Soon after, she gritted her teeth secretly.
"Jiang Fan, is it? You little bastard, I'll remember your name!"
Jiang Fan said solemnly, "Commissioner Lin, feel free to ask whatever you wish."
"As your disciple, I will answer truthfully and assist in the interrogation to the best of my ability."
Seeing how composed Jiang Fan appeared,
Lin Yuheng felt like she might have frightened him a little.
Her tone then softened quickly, and she said warmly, "Don't be afraid, it's just a routine matter."
"I only have a few simple questions to ask."
Liu Wuchen and several elders exchanged glances, realizing they all felt a bit relieved.
Relieved that Jiang Fan had garnered Lin Yuheng's favor.
She seemed to be showing careful consideration toward him.
