1768. Someone has come to bail you out.
He was supposed to come to Huaxia to make a name for himself and become an international first-tier star.
But now he hasn't even had the chance to attend his debut press conference, and he's already ended up in jail. How is he supposed to make sense of that?
"Damn it! Damn it!"
The more he spiraled into despair, the harder it was for him to get out.
An Luobai, in a fit of rage, punched the wall, even though his hand got scraped, he felt nothing.
"Hey! Our facilities here aren't great, if you keep this up, we're going to have to charge you for damages!"
Just then, a stern voice came from outside the door.
An Luobai turned his head and saw a man in uniform standing at the door, frowning at him.
This man was no stranger; since An Luobai got here, all his meals, accommodations, and statements were handled by them.
Over time, the two unexpectedly became familiar with each other.
