Under the cold moonlight, the man's movement of getting into the car paused for a few seconds, then he asked expressionlessly, "Where?"
"Police station," Jin Bao Yan replied, "She went to turn herself in."
The expression on Jiang Yixiu's face was even colder than the winter, "Ha, is her conscience suddenly clear?"
"You should go and take a look! It seems like she's taking all the blame."
"…"
Jiang Yixiu gripped the steering wheel tightly, "Why should I go see her? She brought this on herself."
"Fine, it's up to you."
After saying this, Jin Bao Yan hung up the phone.
Jiang Yixiu tossed the phone to the back seat, irritably ruffled his hair, and then started the car to head home—
Only after a few minutes of driving, he suddenly made a sharp U-turn and raced towards the police station.
Damn it!
If she thinks she can live peacefully in jail, no way.
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