Trace inspection room.

Yan Ge was holding a steaming teacup, while sipping hot tea, he commented on the fingerprints in front of him: "It's too blurry, the leather is covered with paint, what do you think, fingerprints are being taken now! ..."

"Strict! Wang Zhong! You have grown up!" Huang Qiangmin looked around, with sharp eyes like a stray cat.