After work that night, Lian Jing was punctually waiting at the entrance of the police station.
Shen Yin did not dare to delay for even a minute as she dashed downstairs. It was because Lian Jing, who usually kept a low profile, was driving an extremely flashy luxury car today.
If the leaders of the Procuratorate found out that such a car was parked at the entrance, they would probably suspect that someone in the police station was corrupt.
After Shen Yin got into the car, Lian Jing glanced at her lightly and asked curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry? Is someone chasing you?"
"No." Shen Yin put down her bag and placed it aside. She looked up at him. "Aren't you very busy? Why did you come to pick me up personally?"
Lian Jing pursed his thin lips, showing a hint of hostility. "Lian'e's son is back. He's at the Lian house now."
Shen Yin paused. Thinking of the woman who always targeted her, she suddenly felt uneasy. "Why did he come back?"
