Back then, Su Qing felt like he embodied every symptom of the young generation.
He had megalophobia, afraid of big fools; nyctalopia, afraid of old dimwits; trypophobia, afraid of people with too many hidden agendas; thalassophobia, afraid of deep-sea diseases; but the worst was his anorexia, afraid of empty promises.
Anyway, when Liu Hong brought in a few senior figures from the Public Security Bureau, he immediately felt uncomfortable all over.
To be specific, he felt nauseous, wanted to vomit, shivered, and was astounded.
Ever since he began narrating like this, almost no one could hide their thoughts in front of him, especially about him, whether good or bad, it's like mind-reading—he could even understand when the dog Big Yellow insulted him.
But today, he discovered another type of person.
Someone who wanted to express their ideas but wouldn't say it directly, and then there'd be someone insightful by their side to subtly hint at it.
