Shen chengjing walked to the side, poured him a glass of warm water, and handed it to him.
"Thank you," he said. He answered.
She didn't say anything more. She got up and walked out, with Jiang Yuanyuan following behind her.
"Cheng, what did you mean by what you said just now?"
"Don't ask, just keep an eye on him. " Shen chengjing didn't say anything more and walked out. Seeing that Jiang Yuanyuan didn't have any intention of leaving, she had to drive away alone.
On the way, Shen chengjing's head ached! And she massaged her temples! He gently stroked it.
"What should I do?" She kept asking herself and felt her head hurt.
Inside the special police station, mo Yancheng and ah ze arrived in their car. Mo Yancheng walked in alone.
"You're here?" Mr. Lian was dressed in a white shirt. He sat there as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.
Mo Yancheng walked forward but did not sit down. Instead, he turned around to take a look.
