Yesterday, after Zhao Youquan brought back Wang Hao's bloodstained clothes, he planned to go out and inquire about what exactly Wang Hao had done. If it was something illegal or criminal, he could use it to report him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he left his house today, he came across the police at Wang Hao's doorstep.
Zhao Youquan was overjoyed in his heart, convinced that Wang Hao had definitely committed some misdeed. He was not going to let such a good opportunity slip by.
"Officer, are you here for Wang Hao?"
Zhao Youquan approached the female officer to ingratiate himself, clutching the bag tightly in his hand, and then said.
"I'm telling you, this must have been done by Wang Hao!"
"Everyone knows about this already?"
The female officer was shocked when she heard Zhao Youquan's words.
"How could they not know."
Zhao Youquan took out Wang Hao's bloodstained clothes and handed them to the female officer saying.
