The police officer reached out his hand, just about to take the receipt, when a slender and clean hand took it before him.
Huo Jingting glanced at the small line of words on it. Although the handwriting was scrappy, it was indeed Gu Nanqiao's handwriting.
His fierce gaze turned to the waiter who was still arguing, making the waiter shudder mysteriously and involuntarily shrink back.
This man's aura was too intimidating; he didn't say a word, yet just with that look, it made the waiter's scalp tingle.
Xu Shuo walked up to the two policemen and whispered a few words.
The confusion on the policemen's faces disappeared, and they turned to give Huo Jingting an extra look.
Although Xu Shuo spoke simply, the meaning was very clear, and the policemen naturally understood that there was nothing more for them to do here.
He put away the notebook in his hand and said to his partner, "Alright, let's go."
After saying this, they quickly left.
