My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

"What are you still standing there for?"

Gu Qinghan's sudden shout startled Zhao Jianmin.

He asked cautiously, somewhat nervously, "Miss Gu, is there anything else you need?"

Gu Qinghan looked at him with disdain, wishing she could kick him to death.

However, considering that he was currently the only one who could be relied upon, he had to suppress his inner impulse and said, "Then why don't you let Jiang Miaomiao sign the confession?"

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Jianmin found himself in a dilemma after hearing those words.

"Well, Miss Gu, it's not that I was unwilling, I did go, but Jiang Miaomiao is too stubborn, especially after she heard that her brother had already signed, she absolutely refused to sign."

Gu Qinghan frowned.

"Who told you to tell her?"

Zhao Jianmin lowered his head, not daring to look at Gu Qinghan, and carefully explained, "Our original idea was that since she was the one who started this whole thing, telling her about his brother's situation would make her more cooperative, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Qinghan sneered, "So what? You told her?"

"Uh-huh……"

Zhao Jianmin nodded.

"Then who knew she wouldn't cooperate at all? You had no choice but to try anything, so you sent Jiang Yi to the procuratorate as a last resort?"

Zhao Jianmin lowered his head even further; he didn't dare look at Gu Qinghan at all.

And they dared not make a sound.

However, Zhao Jianmin's silence confirmed Gu Qinghan's guess, and Gu Qinghan gave Zhao Jianmin a cold look.

This idiot has gotten himself into too much trouble.

I originally thought that someone so loyal could stay by my side and work for me.

But now it seems that this person cannot be kept.

He's lived to such an old age, and it's all wasted.

How did someone so stupid manage to climb up to this position?

However, that's all for later. Right now, we need to figure out how to handle this matter properly, otherwise we won't be able to explain it to Su Xiaoyue, nor will we be able to explain it to Gu Qinghan.

Thinking of this, she glanced lightly at Jiang Yi and Su Xiaoyue in the room.

She thought to herself that this man was really lucky.

If it weren't for the fact that he was involved with her two best friends, she would never have let him off the hook.

Even if he is innocent.

She shook her head and quickly dismissed the idea.

He bent down and squatted down next to Zhao Jianmin.

"You're really stupid. You dared to do that to Jiang Yi, but you wouldn't dare to do it to Jiang Miaomiao?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jianmin's pupils contracted, his body trembled, and his voice trembled.

"This...this...she is, after all, this man's sister, if I..."

Gu Qinghan patted Zhao Jianmin on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, no one will protect this woman. Neither Xia Anmian, nor I, nor Su Xiaoyue want her to have a good ending. Just do it with peace of mind."

Gu Qinghan's words reassured Zhao Jianmin a lot, but he was still somewhat hesitant.

He looked up, wanting to make sure he could see Gu Qinghan's expression.

Seeing Gu Qinghan's ruthless expression, he knew that even if he didn't want to do it, he had to.

Moreover, this time they're going to be even more ruthless.

I need to show Miss Gu my sincerity.

"Okay, Miss Gu, I understand!"

Zhao Jianmin said respectfully.

Gu Qinghan nodded, signaling him to go ahead and get busy.

"etc!"

Zhao Jianmin had only been gone a short while when Gu Qinghan called him back.

He turned around stiffly and looked at Gu Qinghan.

"Um, is there anything else?"

Gu Qinghan nodded and pointed into the room, asking, "Can this be taken out? Is medical parole possible?"

Zhao Jianmin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Miss Gu, I'll have someone handle this for you personally."

"Uh-huh!"

Gu Qinghan nodded, then gestured for him to leave.

"Okay, just let me know what you need!"

Zhao Jianmin nodded and went to the interrogation room, turning back every three steps.

……

When Zhao Jianmin entered the interrogation room where Jiang Miaomiao was being held, he was holding a new confession.

The lamp was still the same lamp, a stark, merciless fluorescent light that left no one able to hide.

Jiang Miaomiao sat on the fixed plastic chair, her hands cuffed to the armrests, her hair disheveled and hanging down the sides of her face, covering most of it.

The handprint left on Gu Qinghan's face had not yet faded.

She heard the door open and her body trembled violently, like a trapped beast cornered against a wall with nowhere to escape.

Her eyes were red and swollen like two walnuts, not from crying.

She couldn't cry anymore.

Because he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time, the surface of his eyeballs was covered with fine blood vessels, his pupils were dilated, and his gaze was fixed on the metal table in front of him, but he wasn't looking at anything.

Someone has come in.

She heard footsteps, but her body did not move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't move.

Her body felt like it was filled with lead, every muscle ached as if it had been repeatedly beaten, and her lumbar spine ached as if it were broken. She had been sitting there for at least five hours.

No one brought her water, no one asked her if she needed to use the restroom, and no one even confirmed that she was still alive.

The footsteps stopped in front of her.

She slowly raised her head and saw Zhao Jianmin.

The middle-aged man with the Mediterranean hairstyle looked even more disheveled than she did at that moment.

The dark circles under his eyes were so thick they looked like he'd been punched twice, but there was a light in those eyes that sent chills down Jiang Miaomiao's spine.

"Jiang Miaomiao." Zhao Jianmin pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, his voice hoarse, but each word was emphasized, "Have you thought it through?"

Jiang Miaomiao's lips moved slightly, and a small cut appeared on her chapped lips, from which a drop of blood seeped out.

She stuck out her tongue and licked it, tasting the rusty, sweet flavor.

"My brother signed it."

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"If he's willing to take the blame for me, why should I sign?"