The air was filled with a silent tension, all focus concentrated on Li Mountain, waiting for him to open the gates of his inner thoughts.
Time ticked away in the silence, like a tightening string.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Suddenly, Li Mountain raised his head and squeezed out two words from his throat: "I'll talk."
These brief and clear words pierced through the stagnant air like a shining light.
Jiang An and Zhang Biao felt a surge of excitement at the same time—a breakthrough had been made!
However, their long professional training quickly pushed this surprise back into their hearts, their expressions unchanged.
Jiang An only slightly leaned forward, his tone calm as usual, as if the long wait had never happened: "Go on, we're listening."
Li Mountain took a deep breath, his gaze wavering, and began to recount haltingly: "When I was eight, I took two yuan from the neighbor's windowsill."
