"Snow Lion?" Xue Qiandai's heart softened completely. She bent down and stroked its fur, finding it sticky with blood. "Are you injured?"
Her eyes instantly reddened, and a large tear rolled down her cheek. Xue Qiandai felt extremely distressed. "It was so badly injured, why didn't you save it?"
The police officers were speechless when questioned. The Tibetan mastiff was black, the blood was not clearly visible, and they had been too busy to notice. "Yes, I'm sorry."
"Is a thief's life a life, but its own isn't? In your eyes, is there a distinction between important and worthless lives?" Xue Qiandai trembled all over, ignoring the bloodstains, and went to hug the snow lion. Two hands helped her share the weight.
It was Huo Yunchao and Jian Yan.
"Dai Dai, let me help you." Huo Yunchao rolled up his size 10 white shirt and picked up the snow lion without any hesitation. His eyes were bright and warm, and although bloodstains stained his clothes, he was as elegant as a true aristocrat.
For a moment, Xue Qiandai was mesmerized, as if time had turned back, and he was still her Huo Meiren. Not wanting him to be embarrassed because of her, she opened her mouth, but said nothing.
And so, Huo Yunchao carried the snow lion, while Jian Yan pulled Xue Qiandai out of the police station.
At the entrance, a young man in his mid-twenties was eagerly waiting. He was about 1.75 meters tall, slender, wearing a high-quality gray shirt and trousers, and transparent-rimmed glasses. He had a handsome and refined appearance. "Jian Yan."
He came to greet him.
The group stopped in their tracks.
Surprise lit up Jian Yan's face, and her eyes lit up. "Senior Yuan Mu, you're here."
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