"Public Security Bureau"?!
Upon hearing those three words, Ran Yu felt a chill down her spine, and Tan Jingjing gasped, "No no no! Absolutely not!"
What a joke, going to the Public Security Bureau would be a disaster. Anyone who can drive a BMW sports car must come from a rich and powerful family. If they end up knowing some people, I bet they could make me pay more than 300,000!
Xu Songye, on the other hand, suddenly felt delighted and snickered, "Scared now, aren't you? Guilty conscience much?"
Tan Jingjing: "..."
Ran Yu spoke up, "Mr. Xu, Jingjing is my friend, could you please let it slide for my sake?"
"Xiaoyu." Xu Songye's handsome face immediately contorted, "If it was you, I would climb a mountain of swords or plunge into a sea of flames without hesitation!"
Ran Yu: "..."
Zhuo Yao frowned deeply.
