Half an hour later, Xu Wenping finished his dinner.
He lay on the bed with his eyes narrowed.
Zhao Siman was sitting outside the account.
"There's something wrong with you."
Zhao Siman sighed and shook her head. "Tell me, we wanted to let you go, but you didn't leave. Why?"
"Because of justice," Xu Wenping replied faintly, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.
"Justice?"
"That's right! Have you ever thought about that couple? When they were bullied, no one came out to speak up for them. I spoke up, but I was captured again. Do you think it's just?"
"This…"
Zhao Siman frowned. She clearly felt that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
"Right? It's not simple, right?"
"Yes, but, after all, our Patrol Department is in charge of unfair matters!"
"Tsk, tsk! Then do you think that there's anything absolutely fair in this world?"
"No, at least I don't think so."
