Zhao Dahai was cornered by Chen Nan, and glanced around: "Whose bed is this?"
There was dead silence in the dormitory.
Zhao Long really didn't want to admit it, but even if he didn't, other students would. Helplessly, he could only grit his teeth and say, "It's... my bed, but... but this isn't 'drugs'!"
After saying this, Zhao Long felt that he was so clever.
After all, the police leader is his uncle, and none of these students recognize 'drugs'. By lying like this, he pushed everything away cleanly.
Zhao Long felt that he'd told a great lie, but Zhao Dahai wished he could sew his mouth shut.
He thought, you idiot, is this how you lie?
Just say the 'drugs' aren't yours, that someone is framing you. Why insist that this isn't 'drugs'? Damn, with something that looks like this, what else could it be if not 'drugs'?
Sure enough, just as Zhao Dahai thought this, Chen Nan spoke up: "Oh, so this is your bed, Long Bro? But this white powdery stuff, what could it be if not 'drugs'?"
