Three days later, at the Jinling Social Security Bureau.
In fact, Huai Shi had no clue about the location of this damn place. He had been brought in with a hood over his head. By the time he opened his eyes, he was sitting in an empty room.
A ghastly white lamp hung overhead. There was a table in front of him. Under the harsh incandescent light, the person sitting behind the table was expressionless.
"Did I commit an offense again?"
Huai Shi looked around blankly and, without waiting for Mo San, who sat opposite him, to speak, he recited in a practiced manner, "Huai Shi, male, seventeen years old, student..."
"..."
Mo San stared at him dumbfounded, then looked back at her colleague beside her, wondering what on earth he was doing.
"Hm? Aren't you interrogating me?" Huai Shi was overjoyed. "Does that mean I didn't do anything wrong?"
