Shao Cong listened to this and cursed fiercely in his heart.
"We haven't paid a penny less on our taxes. Now that we need you to serve the people, you say we're wasting public resources? What country's law is that? Tell me, so I can look it up."
These damn dogs.
"Or do you two think everyone in this corridor is blind? Seeing nothing but ghosts causing trouble. Which precinct are you from?" As he spoke, Shao Cong took a step forward, reaching out to see the officers' badge numbers. "Do you need to make a call to consult your superiors?"
"If you want to blow this up, just say so. I'm Das; I don't need to be bullied by a petty little officer like you."
Jiang Muwan stood aside, listening to Shao Cong's entanglement with the officers, her eyes falling on Jiang Wei with some confusion.
That day, Jiang Lin was taken away by the police.
All this, thanks to Shao Cong's maneuvers.
Jiang Lin never imagined that following the police downstairs, he would be mobbed by reporters.
