*“ANSWER ME, LI ENCI! SPEAK, DAMN YOU!!!”*
Chen Mo’s roar detonated like thunder, vibrating the interrogation room ceiling! His eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the impassive face opposite—a death-mask he longed to tear apart!
Li Enci sat shackled in the reinforced chair, cuffs gleaming coldly. His expensive suit was rumpled, hair disheveled. But that face! That perpetually blanched, emotionless canvas! Still wore a faint, mocking smirk—as if observing a pitiful spectacle!
“Teacher Chen, composure,” Li Enci’s voice was unnervingly smooth, like a recitation. “Your daughter’s situation is regrettable. The school acted within its capacity. As for her whereabouts? Medical transfer. Confidential facility. Non-disclosure agreement. I’m not at liberty to say.” He spread his cuffed hands
