After finishing his words, Lin Mubai quickly hung up the phone; he didn’t want to hear the howling and yelling.
Just as he had cut off his phone, on a wide road in B City, came the sound of howling and yelling: "Damn Lin Mubai, I vow to never coexist peacefully with you, sending me to Africa, actually sending me to Africa." The feeling of crying without tears was exactly Han Xiayang’s real emotion at that moment.
His howling just ended when someone knocked on his car window from outside: "Sorry sir, because your yelling startled another driver, causing them to get into a car accident; now, please come with me to the Police Station."
Stunned, utterly stunned, and after being stunned, his entire face twisted.
Han Xiayang didn’t speak, and the traffic officer outside the car spoke again: "Sir, please step out of the car."
Han Xiayang’s first reaction was prepared to refuse, but then he thought of something and obediently got out of the car.
Shen Mengqi was interrogating a suspect and was informed: "Police Shen, someone wants to see you."
"Who is it." She left with curiosity and then saw a scene that really made her feel like spitting blood.
The vast police station office, everyone was gathered around, in the center were two feuding men and women.
The man was Han Xiayang, whom she had recently been avoiding, and as for that woman, it was Lan Xinxixi, who was recently transferred to assist with a new case.
Lan Xinxixi didn’t expect that the anger from having Lin, the bastard, hang up on her phone hadn’t subsided before someone came to give her a reason to vent. Naturally, she couldn’t let it go, which formed the scene Shen Mengqi was now witnessing.
With a headache, Shen Mengqi rubbed her forehead and called in a spectator: "What the hell is going on?"
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From a face of helplessness in one moment to a stern expression replacing it the next: "What are you all standing here for? Do you have nothing to do?"
With Shen Mengqi’s shout, not only did the onlookers immediately disperse, but even the two who were feuding a moment ago were left looking at each other.
Lan Xinxixi’s first reaction was to take off quickly, but someone’s speed was faster: "Officer Lan, no matter the reason, arguing with someone at the Police Station is wrong; please clean the office afterward, or I don’t mind notifying the director personally."
At fault herself, Lan Xinxixi was inherently guilty and dared not refute anything; it’s known that the scheming director particularly hated people breaking rules at the Police Station — cleaning was already lenient; being assigned to the traffic unit to stand for a month would be a real nightmare.
Before leaving, Lan Xinxixi didn’t forget to throw a warning glance at someone: "Dead bastard, just you wait."
Having resolved one, there’s still another unresolved one; Shen Mengqi’s face became even colder, her chilly gaze landing on the man’s face with an amused smile, directly ignoring the overly radiant glow in his eyes: "Speak, why are you here."
The answer came from a junior officer, and after hearing the whole story, Shen Mengqi’s lips twitched again.
Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she had to say, this man was truly bizarre.
In the next moment, amid Han Xiayang’s thrilled expression, she opened her mouth in a much harsher tone: "The police force is relatively weak right now, detain this person first, the reason being disturbing the normal work of public officers at the Police Station."
"Yes, Officer Shen." The responding junior officer’s lips twitched simultaneously.