"Where were you at?" Huo Ci looked at the police officer.
The young police officer took a look at Jun Shiyan. "We were writing down the information of the guardian. Mr. Jun was already halfway through. So, Mr. Huo…"
Huo Ci let out a cold laugh and tore the piece of paper apart. Then, he looked at the young police officer. "Sorry, I'll fill it in again."
The young policeman felt unlucky to be working overtime today. He forced himself to ask, "What's your name?"
Huo Ci let out a low cough. "Huo Ci."
The junior police officer asked, "Are you related to the suspect?"
Huo Ci said, "We are father and daughter."
The young policeman's hand shook, and the pen in his hand moved far away. The paper was torn immediately. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice shook. "Mr. Huo, what did you say?"
Huo Ci was getting impatient. "I'm her father!"
