The young police officer was trembling in fear, his face pale and he dared not speak. He had seen a ghost, he had definitely seen a ghost. An Yin's ghost was here to take revenge on them.
Zhao Yun turned off the surveillance camera and looked deeply at Song Yiyan. He found her phone number and called her. "Miss Song, thank you."
Song Yiyan smiled. "You're welcome."
The person who thanked her knew what he was thanking her for, and so did the person who replied.
Song Yiyan didn't expect this captain of the criminal police team to be so smart to see through everything. However, as long as he didn't find trouble with her, everything was fine.
Han Ding squatted on the ground and cried. He was heartbroken. "Yinyin, Yinyin, Yinyin!"
Song Yiyan glanced at him. "Are you still sending me home? If you're not sending me home, I'll take a taxi."
