A transparent two-way mirror, where you can see everything in the interrogation room from one side, but the interrogation room can’t see anything from the adjacent room.

Little Taotie sat in front of the glass wall in the room next to the interrogation room, and through the glass she could see the nanny, who looked somewhat haggard but showed no fear or regret in her eyes.

Little Taotie pouted slightly, "I want to eat sugar cane."

Shen Cang glanced at her, "So much trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the text message had already been sent.

Not long after, Xiangxiang came with a tray of sugar cane.

The sugar cane was chopped into small pieces and placed on a delicate white tray, each piece about the size of a thumb, perfect for a single bite.

"Put down the stuff, you can go out now."

Xiangxiang wanted to say something to Little Taotie, but seeing the boss’s unfriendly expression, she didn’t dare linger.

Little Taotie used a fork to pick up a piece and put it in her mouth, revealing the "secret" of a missing front tooth.

Shen Cang took a few more glances, suppressing the corners of his mouth from lifting.

Little Taotie tasted the sweetness of the sugar cane, but furrowed her brows when spitting out the pulp, "It’s delicious, but spitting out the pulp is so annoying."

Shen Cang sent another text message.

Xiangxiang came in again, learning quickly this time, she turned around and left after putting down the items.

Little Taotie looked at the clear glass cup with a pale yellow drink that had a hint of green, sniffing it with her little nose; it smelled sweet. She squinted, "Is it sugar cane juice?"

Shen Cang: "Drink up, this way you won’t have to spit out the pulp."

Little Taotie took a sip, laughing out loud from the sweetness, a refreshing sort of sweet that wasn’t cloying and made one feel very pleased.

Little Taotie held the glass cup, tilting her head to look at Shen Cang, "Head Grandpa, so if the sugar cane guy juiced himself, there wouldn’t be any pulp?"

Shen Cang: "...Sugar cane guy?"

Forgive Head Grandpa for being old, he didn’t quite understand.

Little Taotie muttered, "How could he be like Hua Jinyan and not know what a sugar cane guy means!"

Little Taotie patiently explained, tilting her head to ask, "Do you know now?"

Shen Cang: "..." Young people’s words, truly complex.

Shen Cang was silent for a moment, then replied using young people’s logic, "Sugar cane juice still has some liquid, unlike those who turn themselves into brown sugar cane sugar, they could be called cane sugar guy or brown sugar guy."

Little Taotie widened her eyes in admiration, raising a thumb, "Head Grandpa, you’re so smart!"

Uh! Such praise is actually quite unnecessary.

Shen Cang pointed at the glass wall, "It’s starting."

Little Taotie set down the glass cup, her big eyes looking concerned towards the nanny.

Because this matter might involve the children of the Special Department, Shen Cang applied to have the matter handled here, and got approval from the higher-ups, so the two of them were brought to the Special Department.

The interrogator was Mo Haihao, who only initially asked a few harmless questions, allowing the person being interrogated to gradually lower their guard.

"Why did you believe that what he said was all true? To anyone, it’s unbelievable that a firefighter became disfigured and then had plastic surgery to become a handsome guy."

"Why couldn’t I believe?"

"I’m the one asking questions, please answer directly."

"His eyes were very sincere. When he spoke about his comrades perishing in the fire, that moment can’t be acted out, the sadness and pain were so real. You should know, I’m Little Taotie’s nanny. When she has acting lessons, a teacher comes to teach at home. I’m just a listener, but sometimes I understand a bit, so I can tell whether it’s acted or not."

"You sound very confident, so tell me how do you differentiate? Those with good acting skills all seem real, without a hint of performance."

"The look in the eyes, the eyes can reveal everything. No matter how good the acting is, the eyes won’t be just right; they might be too forceful, or slightly lack sincerity. If he truly had such good acting skills, he wouldn’t need to deceive me; he could directly deceive Chairman Cheng. I think he should have that confidence."

"You’re too confident, aren’t you afraid of being deceived?"

"Deceive me for what? I’m old now, at most a little reputation and money."

"He approached you to inquire about the Cheng Family’s matters."

"Yes, he confessed to me, which is why I proposed leaving here. I don’t want to betray the Cheng Family, and he doesn’t want to continue making mistakes; leaving is good for everyone. But I didn’t expect they wouldn’t even give us a chance to leave."