C282 Do not submit

In the interrogation room of the police station.

Xu Qingmo leaned on the chair, holding a cup of green tea in his hand, he had long removed the handcuffs on, and started talking non-stop about the various furnishings in the storage, such as candles, whips, handcuffs, and all the binding belts.

The policemen on the other side of the table became restless. At first