Pei Song'an was on a video call with Shen Muwen when he received Tan Xu's call from the police station.
In the room that had supposedly been meant for confining Li Shu, Pei Lian now sat blindfolded with a black cloth, his entire body bound to a chair, unable to move.
Directly in front of Pei Lian was a chest-deep vat filled with water.
If Xie Jin had been there, he would probably have found Pei Lian's surroundings very familiar.
It was where Pei Song'an had once "invited" him for a talk.
That basement had been prepared for Pei Lian from the very beginning.
Shen Muwen grabbed Pei Lian by the collar and hauled him out of the water, his sharply defined, thin lips carrying a merciless edge:
"Dad, if you ask me, this is karma for all your scheming. I told you it was taken care of, over and over, but you just had to come check for yourself whether the person locked up was Li Shu. Look at you now, soaked from head to toe. How are you any different from a drowned rat?"
"Give you a bone and you'd wag your tail."
Without giving Pei Lian a chance to argue, he checked that he could breathe, then pushed his head back underwater. Turning back to Pei Song'an in an excellent mood, he made conversation:
"Li Xiaoshu got into trouble again?"
"Hahaha, why does he love getting into trouble so much? Is he possessed by a ghost that'll die if it doesn't cause trouble?"
The car sped down the road, Li Shu's indignant voice still echoing inside as he argued his case:
"I wasn't causing trouble! I was doing a good deed!"
Pei Song'an was practically an old hand at picking people up from the police station by