Forgetful Yang Qingyue

Ling Qingyu and another equally gorgeous woman came into everyone's view. The other woman stayed at a threshold near the guards while Ling Qingyu stepped closer to their group.

They heard Ling Qingyu speak. "Sister Yang, what business brings you here with several officers? It's not to arrest me, right?"

Yang Qingyue chuckled. "Of course not, Sister Ling. I was planning to come alone, but my subordinates here are curious to know the identity of our station's donor." Yang Qingyue said. "Everyone has a smile after receiving your cars. Even I have to complain a little—too luxurious."

Ling Qingyu and Yang Qingyue were at arm's reach. The two appeared very close, exchanging smiles and pleasantries.