"Well... it's not quite clear over the phone. Why don't we find a place to meet? Have a drink? Then we can discuss our collaboration in detail?" Zhang Ziwen's face was all smiles. It was just as Tang Ying had told him; everything requires careful consideration. Police can be very useful; don't waste them. He felt a small sense of triumph.
"What are you on about? Can't you say it on the phone?" Wu Min's guard was raised. In her eyes, Zhang Ziwen was nothing more than a scoundrel and a thug, let alone a pervert. Yet he had the nerve to ask her to meet up. Wu Min felt so disgusted.
"Well, it's up to you. I'm just going to report to the police. Don't regret it if you don't come..." Zhang Ziwen was completely composed, not fearing her rejection.
"Are you threatening me? If you have something to say, come to the police station." Wu Min was strongly displeased with his tone.
