"What are all these people doing here, and they even dare to cause trouble at the police station? Do you know where this is? This…" The man who had been incessantly venting his dissatisfaction suddenly choked on his words when he saw the person standing in front of him.
Isn't that the minister's son? Isn't that the secretary's young master? And that one… And that girl, didn't he see her once when he was providing security for an academic discussion, respected by everyone and following beside the venerable Professor Xiang, wasn't she that little girl? His not-so-large eyes squinted as he scanned the room, and he instantly felt cold sweats and his face turned pale.
This, this, who on earth called these ancestors here? And looking at the only one among the crowd shackled in handcuffs. In an instant, his face drained of color, and his legs went weak; his hands shakily extended, asking for someone to support him. Isn't that the Ouyang family's young master?
