Leaving Tiancheng Entertainment Company, Yang Fan went to the police station in the east of the city.
At the entrance, he asked, and Yang Huiru was actually not there.
She asked me to come, and she's not here, what the hell is going on?
Taking out his phone, Yang Fan dialed the number, but no one answered.
Damn, what is this woman up to?
Making me come here and she's nowhere to be seen.
What about the promised rewards? What about the prizes? What about the bonus?
Swoosh!
Just as Yang Fan was grumbling inwardly, a luxurious Porsche sports car roared in and stopped beside him.
Damn, having money is impressive, isn't it? Acting all high and mighty?
I'm already in a bad mood, looking for trouble?
"Get out," Yang Fan walked over and knocked on the car window.
"Sir, hello, can I help you?"
Holy crap!
Through the rolled-down window, there was the familiar face of Murong Yan.
"Get in," Murong Yan told Yang Fan.
