"I say, you better behave. Do you still think you can do as you please now that you're here? Quickly, what's your age?" The old cop sitting to the side spoke up, sternly reprimanding him.
"Twenty-three." Lin Chuan, with his hands cuffed, could only answer somewhat reluctantly.
"Gender." Seeing that Lin Chuan hadn't lost his temper, the old cop smiled with satisfaction, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip, while the young cop continued to ask questions.
"Damn it." Lin Chuan finally couldn't hold back. This kind of scenario that had been played to death on TV was now happening to him.
"Hmm, why aren't you speaking? Gender?" The young cop asked impatiently, deliberately raising his voice a few decibels.
Lin Chuan disdainfully glanced at the young cop, turned his head away, and ignored them.
