The policeman on the side was exasperated: This is the police station!
Shen Qingyan ignored Krol's bent arm and strode outside.
Embarrassed, Krol withdrew his arm and chased after Shen Qingyan: "Qingqing, wait for me, wait..."
...
At the Nan Family, after hanging up the phone, Nan Mochen curved his lips in delight.
Nan Moxin protested unhappily: "Brother, how could you let Krol go to bail out Qingqing? Don't you know he likes her?"
"I know." Nan Mochen gathered his thoughts, "Because he likes her, he'll protect her well."
"What kind of logic is that! What if Krol abducts Qingqing?"
Nan Mochen's gaze flickered, and he pondered for a moment, then said firmly, "He won't. Qingqing hates him."
"But you've let Qingqing down now, and Krol managed to heroically rescue her."
Nan Mochen's heartstrings trembled, an uneasy feeling washed over him.
Regretting inviting Krol to Jiangcheng suddenly!
