The street performance didn't last long—it wasn't long before the crowd dispersed, and it was nine in the evening.
Cheng Yiran started packing up his tools—he wasn't the only performer; there were a few other friends whom he'd met by chance at a rock bar after arriving in the Fog Capital.
"Thanks a lot, Will, for accompanying me out here to have fun." Cheng Yiran said, walking over to Will, who was packing up the amp.
"You're welcome, there's nothing to do anyway in the evenings." Will smiled.
"Did the police contact you today?" Cheng Yiran asked casually at this moment.
Last night, because of Will's call, he reported to the police, who later went to the social work center. After making an audio record at the scene and submitting some identity information, he returned to his dorm at the music academy.
