The buzzing of fluorescent lights above adds a dry hum to the tension in the room.
Lu Ting Cheng and Lu Zi Zhen sat side by side on a hard bench, not knowing if they should cry or laugh it off, their wrists still handcuffed but now in front of them.
Lu Ting Cheng slouched lazily, gazing at his brother, one ankle crossed over the other, looking like he was in his comfortable chair. He stares at the ceiling, sighs deeply, then turns to his brother. The place was a bit too boring.
"You know, for a moment there, I thought you were gonna flirt with the officer instead of arguing, you know, you could have gotten away with that beautiful face of yours!" Lu Ting Cheng slightly smirked, eying his brother mischievously. Who didn't know this guy had the perfect and seamless, beautiful face? Who didn't know his face attracted flies wherever he went?
