As soon as he thought about it, Qi Ming's anger rose again, and he found everything about Xia Yumo irritating.
With great patience and after waiting for a long time, just when he was about to lose patience and speak, Xia Yumo finally put down the file in her hand, looked up at him, and asked indifferently:
"Did you come to see me for something?"
Qi Ming looked at Xia Yumo, trying to be calm, and said:
"Come with me to the police station, I have something to ask you to do."
That tone of voice, so natural and condescending, made Xia Yumo couldn't help but laugh.
"What do we need to do at the police station?"
Xia Yumo leaned back lazily on her chair and raised her eyebrows inquiringly.
Qi Ming didn't say clearly, even without looking directly at Xia Yumo's seemingly amused gaze, and said:
"Come bail someone out for me."
Xia Yumo could easily see the guilt flashing in Qi Ming's eyes.
