Zou Yun looked around, and both reporters and fans nodded in agreement, apparently endorsing that statement.
As for the other punks who got paid, would they say anything at all?
Zou Yun's face darkened, he slowly said, 'In that case, come with me for an investigation.'
Before the curly-haired man could respond, the cold handcuffs were already locked around his wrists.
The curly-haired man was seething. He had only taken some money, been beaten up, and then arrested by the police. What on earth was going on?
Furious, he wanted to protest, but a slight movement sent unbearable pain coursing through his facial muscles, so he could only get into the police car with the officers.
Soon, everyone else had dispersed.
Tang Youyou, walking arm in arm with Xiao Qiang through the neighborhood, drew envious stares. Everyone admired this man who had become a partner to a major star.
They didn't know that Tang Youyou was so angry she could burst.
'Dear, what did you feed me?'
