The house servant's knees were throbbing with pain, yet he did not dare let out a single groan, forced instead to rack his brain for how to survive the interrogation. But to his utter astonishment, the bailiff in charge of the questioning was doing nothing at all, merely sitting there.
What made it even more absurd was that this bailiff was actually chatting with someone standing off to the side.
Kneeling on the freezing blue brick floor, the Zhang Family house servant felt cold sweat beading on his forehead from the excruciating pain in his knees. After the chief interrogator had hurried away with a few men, the interrogation room fell into an eerie silence.
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