The Princess in the Ivory Tower Suddenly Taking Pity on the Wild Dog by the Road

At the Police Bureau.

Quan Jue sat on the bench with closed eyes.

He had yet to change out of his work clothes, and his shirt was a little messy. There were traces of blood on his white shirt and black trousers, as well as on his cold and handsome face.

He sat there quietly. His aura was so cold that it seemed like he had drawn a line between himself and the world, refusing to let anyone near him.

An older policewoman looked at Quan Jue and shook her head helplessly.

She remembered that this young man had just been here last month.

Because the young man was too good-looking, his face was enough to stun the other party at first glance. Therefore, he was unforgettable.

When footsteps were heard behind her, the policewoman turned around and saw her colleague walking over with a man in an impeccable suit and a girl in a pink fur coat.