More than ten minutes later.
The village head rode his motorbike and brought Wang Chen to the township police station.
Although it was not the first time Wang Chen had been there, standing at the entrance, he felt incredibly nervous and apprehensive.
The village head patted his shoulder, "What's done is done, being afraid is useless. You're a man, when there's trouble, we face it. Whatever happens later, I will do my utmost to help you."
Wang Chen took a deep breath, "Thank you, Uncle Liu."
After speaking, the two of them headed inside.
When they reached the door, the village head suddenly stopped, "Right, did you bring money?"
A peculiar look flashed in Wang Chen's eyes, and he nodded, "I did."
In fact, Wang Chen had not brought any money.
He had only made a few thousand yuan during this period.
For him, that amount was not insubstantial, but for someone like Zhang Xiaoting, a wealthy young master, it was probably just the cost of one meal.
