"Ye Shikai, can you not speak properly?" Zhang Ting suddenly shouted, then slumped into the chair like a deflated ball, her face scrawled with "annoyance".
"Alright, just say what it is, I didn't say I wouldn't help," Ye Shikai sighed and said with a smile.
"So, you agree," just moments ago her face was full of displeasure (the unappeasable kind), and in a flash, she changed her expression, Ye Shikai began to regret why he had spoken at all.
When you say too much, you're bound to slip up.
"What now, you haven't even told me what it is yet. Hurry up and speak," Ye Shikai almost got tricked and hurriedly said.
"It's just that... umm... I think..."
"You have one minute to get your words together, or I'm leaving in one minute," Ye Shikai blurted out.
"Don't," Zhang Ting said in a panic, grabbing his hand and turning off the car engine, "it's just... there's some trouble at the police station, and I thought you could help."
