"If you don't want to get beaten up, then behave yourself."
Just then, Zhang Xiaowei suddenly shouted coldly.
The young man felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Could he read minds?
I was only thinking it, and he knew!
Frightened, the young man shuddered, and dared not think about acting anymore.
"The money I promised you, I'll definitely give it to you. First deal with the things in your hands, and look for me after you get out of prison."
Hearing this, the young man dejectedly sat down on the steps at the door.
Zhang Xiaowei couldn't be bothered to pay him any more attention.
He immediately called the police and told them everything about the situation here.
After hanging up the phone, he patiently waited for the police to arrive.
Zhang Xiaowei looked at the young man sitting there, full of distress.
