A man with no foresight will surely have no immediate worries.
Hou Jue squatted in the cell of the Jinyiwei, discovering this harsh truth of life.
In his life, he had arrested many people and thrown them into cells, those with money, power, both money and power, and those without either.
But today, he had, for the first time, thrown himself into a cell.
"Old Hou, brother, I'm in a tough spot too,"
Outside the cell, Guo Lingyun held his arms, a smile both thriving and joyful on his face, as though he were Zhou Li lighting fireworks and Tang Wan throwing them into the latrine, displaying a fool's sense of beauty.
"Aminos."
Hou Jue, considering himself a man of high standards, usually inverted his curses in daily life, making them sound more civilized and refined, albeit a bit abstract, to the extent that ordinary people wouldn't know he was cursing.
But he was sure Guo Lingyun understood.
"Don't curse at me, I didn't want to do this."
