Fu Chenshang waved his hand, clearly not in the mood to talk. The little police officer guessed that the person's life and death inside wasn't his concern at the moment, so he didn't dare to bother anymore and ordered everyone to leave, only leaving one behind.
A while later, Qi Jin cautiously reminded him, "The situation has been mostly dealt with. Should you give Madam a call back? She probably... saw it."
Anjiu silently noted in her heart, Qi Jin, I'll remember this, that you still think of me at such a time.
"Up to you," Fu Chenshang replied.
Anjiu almost crushed the small mirror in her hand with the force of her grip. Did he really have to be so dismissive?
Seeing that Qi Jin was already pressing numbers on his phone, Anjiu hurriedly dismantled the electric board to prevent the phone from ringing here.
"It's off, she's probably already asleep," Qi Jin reported.
