Young Master Ye... this title has changed...
"Hmm..." Wen Qiyang lowered his gaze and pondered for a moment, thinking about how conceited that kid appeared. He decided the kid should suffer a little, to dull his sharpness, so he said, "Don't be too anxious. Let him squat for three days. After three days, release him."
Having said this, Wen Qiyang left the police station, hurrying to report to his wife.
Not long after Wen Qiyang left, Xu Zhiye entered the office. He saw that everyone in the room was sighing with regret and frowned. He poured himself a cup of tea, unhurried, and asked.
"Why are you all standing around? Oh yes, when I came in just now, I saw a man. What was he here for?"
Xu Mao regained his composure, his legs went soft, and he too took a seat on the sofa. He stared at his son for a long time with a deep look before he finally spoke.
