"What do you mean, 10,000 HLD just for bail? We don't have that kind of money!" Li Liying's voice rang out, her frustration evident as she engaged in a heated argument with the police officer over the exorbitant amount.
Meanwhile, Fan Hong lounged nonchalantly in his chair, lazily clutching a cigarette, as if the whole spectacle were a mere sideshow to his amusement.
"Lady, I've made myself clear. We're not running a charity here, and rules are rules. Either cough up the cash or hit the road," the police officer retorted, his tone unyielding and devoid of empathy.
"What!?"
A surge of anger suffused Li Liying's face, her complexion flushed crimson, but Li Xiaoyu, ever the composed presence, discreetly tugged at the hem of her mother's clothing, urging her to rein in her emotions.
While the verbal duel raged on, Fan Hong's eyes shamelessly ogled Li Liying, his gaze shamelessly traversing her silhouette.
