Meanwhile, in the Municipal City Bureau.
Mu Yuze stepped into the interrogation room and gently closed the door behind him. Even though it was only a soft click, the skinny and haggard teenager inside was still jolted awake from his shallow sleep and raised his head in fluster. The drowsiness had not even dissipated from his eyes when he looked around in panic. And then when he noticed Mu Yuze standing on the doorway, he flinched so hard that he almost fell off the chair, only to scramble for balance in the nick of time.
Looking at this anxious and terrified demeanor, somewhere deep in Mu Yuze's heart seemed to be poked by a burning stick, sore and uncomfortable.
As expected… Wu Yuan really reminded him of himself. It could be said that what they experienced was so similar that Mu Yuze could easily put himself in the teenager's shoes.
