"A gun? What gun?" Han Caiying gave Su Xuan a once-over. "You don't have a gun on you at all?"
"How can you not see such a big gun?" Su Xuan did a classic dance move, hitching up his stride.
Han Caiying tried her best to suppress the black lines that were about to emerge on her forehead and cursed herself for even expecting a straight answer from him.
"Jerk." After scolding Su Xuan, Han Caiying quickly walked away; she also had to deal with the aftermath of the commotion caused by Zhong Ge.
Watching the policewoman sister run off, Su Xuan secretly regretted not finding an excuse to make her stay. He had driven her away too quickly.
Lost in thought, Su Xuan, whose stomach was protesting with hunger, headed straight into a nearby place that sold fried dough sticks.
He had been woken up early by Lai Shiyi and hadn't had a chance to eat yet.
