Mouse and Old Wen are a bit on edge now.
By this point, neither of them could possibly still be unaware of what the truth really is.
Looking at the "fake handcuffs" in their hands, the "fake police," "fake interrogation chair," and "fake notebook" in front of them, Mouse felt a bit of "fake grievance," "fake sadness," "fake cigarettes, fake alcohol, fake friends~ fake friends~ fake feelings, fake gentleness~ tricking me to your place~ kicking me out at midnight~."
——In summary, he wanted to "pinch Lin Li's groin with a cruel twist."
Honestly, when recalling his words and actions just moments ago, Mouse felt he was still holding it together, despite the collapse.
He suddenly remembered an experience of riding on a friend's electric scooter——
Mouse: "Damn, brother, don't run the red light."
Friend: "That's just an ambiance light, brother. Fake, useless."
Mouse: "Brother, you're going the wrong way, aren't you?"
