Zhao Jie now pinned all his hopes on the luxury car owner; he never believed that Xiao Tian could afford such a luxury car.
On the other side, Xiao Tian quickly arrived at Yang He's office, where Yang He was tidying up some materials, evidently already prepared.
"Xiao Tian, you're here. Let's go. I'll accompany you to the police school."
Xiao Tian nodded, and the two reached the entrance, where Yang He saw Zhao Jie standing like a statue at the door. He frowned slightly and asked Zhang Xuan beside him.
"What is Zhao Jie doing here?"
"Like a wife waiting for her husband!"
Zhao Jie was eagerly waiting for the arrival of the master's family members, with a vexed expression like a neglected wife.
A wife? Isn't he waiting for himself? Xiao Tian felt a cold chill, goosebumps rising. Lin Bingxuan's luxury car is indeed nice, but it's too conspicuous — taking a police car is too noticeable, and the undercover operation must remain absolutely secret.
