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"Get off the car." Baby Cade's mood was very bad. Why every time she encountered this idiot in the street, she saw him flirting and chatting up women. Didn't he have any scruples? He didn't do anything all day; his mind is full of crooked tricks.
"What for?" Seeing her grim face, Yves King figured that if he got off the car, something unfavorable would happen. He shook his head resolutely and said, "I'm not coming down."
"You're not coming down? Haha, I saw you molesting women with my own eyes." Baby Cade's gaze turned cold again, and she sneered, "Do you think I'm negotiating with you? I'm a cop, and when I tell you to get off, you must get off. If there are any issues, let's discuss them at the police station."
Before Yves King could react, Wendy Quay got anxious. She quickly said, "Officer, Yves and I were just joking. Don't arrest him."
"Listen, my friend also said so," Yves King said impatiently, "Don't prank around all day long with the salary paid by us taxpayers."
