"You." Michael touched my nose, then lowered his head and thought for a moment. He looked into my eyes and said, "I didn't know that she had so many other thoughts about me. I'm very sorry for the sadness you felt before."
"You've been apologizing a lot recently." I blinked.
Michael raised his eyebrows at me and said slowly, "It seems you don't need me to do this."
I pursed my lips and laughed. I reached out and wrapped my arms around Michael's neck as I said, "I seem to like you more every day than the day before."
When Michael and I entered the interrogation room, we could feel that the atmosphere was completely different from the other cell.
There was no one in the main seat of the interrogation room. Only a chair was in the middle of the room, and a big man was sitting on it.
The same shackles shackled his hands, but his pain was much more severe than Joanna's. The metal mixed with wolf poison corroded his skin, leaving a red burn-like mark on his wrist.
