"As a good citizen, when I encountered a young lady being tortured with needles, I thought calling the police would definitely be the best approach."
Li Zhehan put on a righteous look, took out his cell phone, and indeed dialed the emergency number: "Hello, police? I want to report a crime. There's a young lady being tortured with needles, and I think you need to come and deal with it, yes, yes, yes, the address is… No need for thanks, no need for thanks, it's what a good citizen should do. You'd better hurry over, I'm worried this young lady might be in danger."
After putting down the phone, Li Zhehan looked at Fang Yi with a smug look, then flashed a faint smile at Ye Wudao, as if to say, you, a street swindler, dare to play with me, a distinguished graduate of the Royal College of Medicine in England? I'll make you wish you were dead!
