He Qingming was also aware that the police department was in the wrong, but if Xiao Yao kept on pursuing the matter, the department wouldn't get any work done, harassed day and night by phone calls and besieged by reporters.
He Qingming took a puff of his cigarette and asked in a subservient tone, "So, Xiao Yao, what would you like to do?"
Xiao Yao glanced at He Qingming indifferently and said, "It's simple!"
Five days had already passed since the incident where Xiao Yao was taken by the police.
While there were still students talking about it, everyone was now gearing up for battle.
Why? Because tomorrow they would have their midterm exams.
The students of class 2F at Gao Ying School, under Xiao Yao's rigorous, devil-like training, were still tensely completing the test papers assigned by Xiao Yao. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that Yuan Linghua had transferred schools.
