She took a taxi to the police station, thinking all the way there, feeling that something was not quite right.
How could someone like Lian Jinsu be easily captured?
Four years ago, he had deceived his father, using that hypocritical face he had for over a decade to get his father to agree to let him take her abroad.
Now, how could he be so easily caught?
At the police station, a police officer was standing at the entrance, making a phone call.
Seeing her arrival, he hung up and came over to greet her.
"Is the person caught a man or a woman?"
"Are they Asian?"
"Where are they?"
Faced with the three rapid inquiries, the police officer was taken aback for a moment.
Then he waved his hand, "It's a woman, Chinese, she's being held inside."
Yao Qing looked astonished at the spacious police station lobby.
It wasn't him.
The police officer led Yao Qing to where the woman was detained.
She stood outside of the bars, observing the person inside.
She furrowed her brows.