Yu Jingchen, being such a big boss, didn't need to accommodate her like this, right?
His face expressionless, he said sarcastically, "If you leave now, wouldn't your call to the police have been in vain?"
"It doesn't matter, the phone bill isn't that much anyway," An Ning said nervously.
"It will go on your record as a false alarm," he reminded her.
"A false alarm record?" An Ning didn't know about that.
"Just like the boy who cried wolf, if you keep calling, they can decide not to respond to your calls to 110," Yu Jingchen reminded her.
Shocked, An Ning did not want that at all.
'Di di di'—the police car sounded its siren as it drove towards Yu Jingchen's car and came to a stop.
Several police officers got out of the car and surrounded his vehicle.
An Ning clenched her hands nervously, on the verge of tears. "Yu Jingchen, you can still get away if you leave now."
"Are you sure that asking me to leave now wouldn't look like I'm fleeing a crime?" he asked, amused.