Until the iron gate was closed, Tong Ran's bowing gesture suddenly halted. She maintained that posture, not raising her head for a long time.
After Luo Xiao brought Song Fang out, he told her to rest in the car first. He made a call, and in less than ten minutes, someone walked out of the police station.
After Luo Xiao tapped the car door, he walked over. That person handed him a cigarette, but he shook his head, "I don't smoke."
They stood in a relatively secluded corner where no one could see them. The policeman still cautiously glanced around, "Young Master Luo, if you want to ask something, do it quickly. Everyone in the bureau is working overtime now…"
Luo Xiao's tall figure blocked him from view, "I want you to release her."
"Impossible," the man shook his head, his tone firm, "The overtime right now is for this case. After all, it involves gun trafficking, which isn't something to joke about. The higher-ups are taking it very seriously."
