Half an hour later, Han Binglan and Han Ye reached an agreement and walked out of the police station.
"We have the same surname. Perhaps we were a family 500 years ago, but we ended up killing each other here." Han Binglan looked at the name of party A on the agreement and complained silently in her heart.
"Are you alright?" Zhang Jingjing looked at Han Binglan.
"I'm fine." Han Binglan shook her head and did not tell the other party about the agreement between the two of them. In any case, it was fake. They were going to be separated anyway. It was useless to say anything more. Moreover, the human heart was unpredictable. Although Zhang Jingjing had a good relationship with her, she would not underestimate others' jealousy.
For example, Wu Ping. Le Yao treated her well, but what happened in the end?
"Then let's go quickly. Ms. Li has asked about us several times." Zhang Jingjing heaved a sigh of relief.
