Ervin ruffled his hair.
Lyniel was tidying the documents he had bought with him in the room where you can witness what’s the interrogator asks the witnesses. He piled them up. As he was about to open the door and leave the room, Ervin opened the door to the next room.
Lyniel peeked and saw Davien walking leisurely to the chair opposite from Ervin’s.
Lyniel opened the mic inside the room and said, “What are you doing?”
Ervin looked at the camera, then pointed the mic to his mouth. “The last and third witness.”
Lyniel frowned and found it unpleasant to have Davien as one of their witnesses.
Ervin lightly scratched his hair and wetted his lower lip. “Why do you want to be a witness?”
Davien scowled his brows. “Is that the question you ask to your witnesses? Don’t you start with a
