"You little brat, let me tell you, you better not get careless. If this operation fails, I'll send you over to the Chief of North Africa to be a duck..."
"Alright, alright..." Lin Mu hurriedly hung up the phone impatiently. The old man was so damn naggy; old people really are annoying. If there ever comes a day when the old man is lying on a bed, old and sick, unable to move, needing Lin Mu to attend to him day and night, with his naggy mouth, Lin Mu can't guarantee he won't get irritated and refuse to take care of him!
And just at this moment, Lin Mu's phone rang again. Assuming it was the old man calling to pester him, he picked up the phone and shouted, "Alright, alright, I know what to do!"
But this time, it wasn't the old man calling. It was Caini, who frantically shouted, "Brother Lin, you have to save me..."
"What's wrong?" Lin Mu asked gloomily.
"Brother Lin, it's bad. I've been taken to the police station," Caini said urgently.
