"Name."
"Zhang Beixing."
"Age."
"Male."
"Huh? I was asking about your age."
The police officer interrogating Zhang Beixing paused in his writing and reminded him.
"Oh, age, right, twenty-one. Sorry, it's my first time here, not quite familiar with how things work around here," Zhang Beixing said, his face flushed with embarrassment as he held the glass of water provided by the police station, visibly tense.
