When Luo Xiao heard Qu Zhisheng's words, he echoed, "I was originally going to pursue the matter. But I withdrew the case on account of your father. You're a young girl—having a criminal record will ruin your future, don't you think so? Ling'er, I really like you from the bottom of my heart. Even though you hit me, I don't hold it against you. Don't pull a long face anymore. Let's sit down and have a chat with some tea."
"Tea? Chat?" Qu Ling'er thought: "I wouldn't dare to drink tea from a dirty, old man like you!"
She clenched her fists and was about to beat him up again when her cell phone rang. She took it out and saw that it was Luo Yichen.
She felt so aggrieved in that instant. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hello."
"Did you see your identity card?" Luo Yichen asked.
"Yes, I saw it," Qu Ling'er said softly.
