Half an hour later, Huang Weifu and Luo Weiwei rushed back to the police station, all flustered and out of breath.
Ye Xiong was sitting in Luo Weiwei's office chair, legs crossed, snoring away in deep sleep.
"Get up!"
Luo Weiwei grabbed a file folder and fiercely slammed it onto his head.
"Are you trying to knock me stupid so you can take care of me in your next life?" Ye Xiong leapt up and cursed.
Luo Weiwei had no time for his nonsense and urgently demanded, "Where did you get the list from? Who is the kidnapper's next target?"
A barrage of questions came raining down on him.
Ye Xiong shook his phone and said, "The list is in my phone—seventy toys in total, twenty-three have already been shipped out, thirty were saved by our famous detective Miss Luo Weiwei, and there are twenty-seven targets still being pursued."
Luo Weiwei hastily reached for his phone.
