Lian Jing had caused quite a commotion the last time he came to the police station. She did not want her colleagues to gossip about her, so it was better to keep a distance from him, the grand President who drove a Maserati.
"Colleague?" Lian Jing sensed danger and tapped her head unhappily. "Who is it?"
"Sister! You're finally back. The food is getting cold."
Right on time, Meng Heng knocked on the window, ignoring Lian Jing, who was also in the car.
Shen Yin shuddered. It was hard to ignored the sensation of pressure around her. She smiled awkwardly and got out of the car. Then, under Lian Jing's silent gaze, she ran into the police station.
"You heartless girl." Lian Jing narrowed his eyes. He told himself countless times to be patient and control his temper. He watched her figure disappear before he drove back to the office.
He was going to play the long game and catch a big fish. He viewed Meng Heng's little tricks with disdain.
