"Fine."
Luo Manhua watched as Nan Zhifeng wrote a line of characters on a piece of paper.
"Then let's meet on the road in front of the police station."
"Okay."
The other party agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Nan Zhifeng took Luo Manhua to meet that person.
Luo Manhua repeatedly reminded him, "This time you absolutely can't let me get beaten up again. My health is poor, and if I get another beating, I won't be able to do anything or say anything."
"Don't worry, they won't hit you this time," Nan Zhifeng sneered. "Moreover, this time I'll show up."
"You say that..." Luo Manhua covered the bandaged wound on her head, feeling a wave of fright. "If I get beaten up again, I won't help you anymore, not even for a billion. I won't have a life to spend it."
"So naggy."
An hour later, Nan Zhifeng, wearing a duckbill cap and a black mask, drove Luo Manhua to the curb in front of the Qingshan Town police station and stopped.
