Jiang Ning's question left the surrounding onlookers somewhat bewildered.
And Guan Guibo, who was restrained by Jiang Ning and Qi Xingzhou, showed a flash of barely noticeable panic across his face. Seeing that the cops were about to run over, he struggled even more desperately to get away:
"How can it not be mine? Ow, you're grabbing my shoulder so hard it hurts!"
"Let me go quickly! I'm all bones at my age, if you hurt me, you can't begin to afford the compensation!"
Seeing that he still wouldn't admit it, Jiang Ning let out a cold snort, "Then let's wait for the police to come and talk about it. If this electric scooter really is yours, I'll compensate however much you say."
Qi Xingzhou, standing to the side, didn't speak, but his grip on Guan Guibo was steady and strong, with no intention of letting go.
