Fractured Hues of a Winter's Night Chapter 75

"Zhou Siyi?"

Putting down the documents in his hand, Langston Xing raised his head and asked the man sitting opposite him.

Zhou Siyi sat upright on the interrogation chair, crossing his legs in a casual and polite manner, with his arms resting on the armrests of the chair, and his left thumb and index finger gently kneading the second knuckle of his right index finger. Langston Xing could see from his body language that he was cautious about the police's questioning, but far from being nervous.

Langston Xing has seen many wealthy and powerful second-generations, rich second-generations, and princes who have been in jail for causing trouble. Most of these people can't wait to bring out their higher-than-average status when they are in trouble, and use their social status far superior to that of the police to try to resist the sentences and pressures imposed on them by law enforcement agencies. And one example after another just proves that these people do have some power to do whatever they want compared to ordinary people.

But Zhou Siyi was different from the son of a powerful family in Langston Xing's impression. There was no arrogance built up by money in Zhou Siyi's eyes when he looked at people. Instead, there was a rare calmness and composure in his temperament.