"Is that the police?"
Jiang Yiren glanced at the rearview mirror and asked belatedly.
Song Guanchao replied with a hum: "Plainclothes."
The local police reacted quite quickly, but no matter how fast, it was useless.
"Will they catch up... ah, they really are chasing!" Jiang Yiren was initially only worried, but now she saw several sedans chasing from behind through the rearview mirror and became nervous.
Song Guanchao glanced over and laughed: "Ignore them."
His mission to Feng City to rescue someone couldn't be publicized, but Feng City's illegal act of privately detaining Chairman Qiao couldn't be discussed in the open either.
Song Guanchao just found it troublesome and didn't want to make the situation bigger.
If they really angered him, he wouldn't mind making a scene.
Let's see who ends up losing!
Chairman Qiao kept turning around, eyebrows furrowed, appearing somewhat panicked, but perhaps influenced by Song Guanchao's calmness, she had a strong sense of security.
