Wenyan grew anxious.
After finally expecting someone to come, was she about to be sent away again?
Wenyan immediately cried out loudly for help.
The patrolman who was about to leave turned his head as soon as he heard Wenyan's voice.
"What's going on? Is there someone inside? I heard someone screaming for help."
"Yes, yes, yes, there is someone, my woman," the big-headed man kept laughing, heh heh heh, and began to weave a new tale, "That's a homeless woman I picked up, she's insane, always shouting 'murder, help,' no need for you to worry, she's like that, can scream a hundred and eighty times a night."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. It's already very late now, better you head back and rest early."
Feeling that her only chance of rescue might be dismissed again, Wenyan was extremely anxious.
But she dared not call out for help again right away.
Truth be told, she felt the patrolman was really brave.
