An Jincheng was the only one left in the room, feeling empty and disappointed.

*

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Lin Yixiang fished Mu Zechuan out from the police station.

He looked at Mu Zechuan sitting in the passenger seat. Rather than saying that he was drunk, it was better to say that he had lost his soul.

"Drunk driving, crashing, hitting people, calling the traffic police?" Lin Yixiang showed a sarcastic smile: "Kawako, your nightlife is really rich tonight!"

Mu Zechuan didn't react at all. He curled up in his seat as if dead.

"Kawako, what happened?"

Mu Zechuan still didn't answer.

It took an unknown amount of time before Lin Yixiang heard Mu Zechuan's answer.

That voice sounded like it was coming from hell:
Chapter completed!