The harsh light aimed at her face forced Xia Xinyu to involuntarily close her eyes.
Feng Qian sat opposite her, smiling, "Miss Xia, where are all your accomplices hiding?"
Xia Xinyu remained silent.
Ever since Feng Qian brought her to this place, she had not uttered a single word, leaving Feng Qian somewhat at a loss.
He tapped on the tabletop, then suddenly stood up and walked into the adjoining room.
He Jingyao had been sitting inside, watching the surveillance feed, which was displaying Xia Xinyu.
"Mr. He," Feng Qian walked up to him, giving a wry smile, "she still doesn't want to talk. Do we really have to resort to torture for interrogation?"
"Not necessary at the moment," He Jingyao responded with a light smile, "You can't open her mouth because you don't know where her Achilles' heel is."
Feng Qian nodded, "That's right, so where is Miss Xia's Achilles' heel?"
