Only then did Liu Zhizhong snap back to reality. He turned his head, looked at the two tall, dashing, and polite English mounted police officers, and smiled slightly, replying:
"Gentlemen, you're overthinking it. I'm just feeling sentimental in front of an old friend's house. Thank you for your concern. I have no ill intentions."
The two mounted police officers were momentarily stunned, looking at this man with an Asian face.
"Your English is quite good! But now, we're somewhat suspicious of you, sir. If they're indeed old friends, can you provide more details about the residents of this house?"
"Well... isn't that their privacy? Can I just tell you?"
"For their safety, we must do this. Please respect our work and principles. Because we have their information, we need you to verify yourself, okay?"
The mounted officers remained polite. One of them even took out a work tablet, glanced at the house number, and started swiping on the tablet.
