If he could, Li Siming would certainly have kept his ordeal to himself from the very beginning, absolutely not telling his unreliable friend Lei Jun.
"What poor judgment in friendships," he lamented inwardly for the umpteenth time.
"Name!"
"…Li Siming."
"Age!"
"26."
"Occupation…"
"Cough cough, Xiao Lin, why are you interrogating me like a criminal? Plucking strings randomly… And Little Li, don't mind this, don't be nervous. We're just here to understand the situation in detail today. Just tell us what you know."
