Carla finished speaking as the door to the interrogation room opened and a chubby middle-aged man walked in.
The man glanced at her, then walked behind Corey and scolded with a frown, "What good are you if you can't even handle this trivial matter?"
Corey lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Camron. I'll take care of it right away."
Camron waved his hand. "Go get me a cup of coffee. I'll handle this personally."
Corey went out to make coffee, and the director sat down in his place, his shrewd eyes fixed on Carla.
"Little girl, clinging to this matter will only hurt you. We don't want to see you go astray. This is a kind reminder that false accusation is no small crime. As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. Don't narrow your path and ruin your life."
His words sounded li
