The man with the cigar heard Yan Jiu's sinister words.
He recalled the fear of being dominated by Yan Jiu's fists, and immediately stopped complaining.
He begged Ma Weiwei and the others to take him away.
Ma Weiwei: "..." When it comes to how to quickly bring a suspect to justice, the answer is—we still need Senior Yan to step in.
As the cigar-smoking man was being taken away by members of the organization.
Yan Jiu still did not leave the office.
She did not stop the cigar-smoking man from making his escape.
Look only at one side of the mezzanine that is sealed off by a wall.
Lang Zongyi's deep voice carried a hint of doubt: "What did Director Yan see?"
Yan Jiu turned around and looked at Lang Zongyi.
The jet-black uniform meticulously covered Lang Zongyi's broad shoulders and slender waist.
The special badge on Lang Zongyi's chest was bright and dazzling, radiating a righteous and awe-inspiring light.
Without a doubt.
Lang Zongyi is a trustworthy person.
Yan Jiu chose to tell the truth and wasn't worried about anyone covering for her: "Aren't you making things difficult for the evidence collection issue?"
Her calm words were like a sandstorm, sweeping through the cigar-smoking man's entire mental world.
The cigar-smoking man was so frightened that he turned pale.
Lang Zongyi instantly understood Yan Jiu's implied meaning: "Could it be that there is evidence of his crimes inside?"
Yan Jiu simply sat on the sofa to the side, closing her eyes to rest: "Mr. Lang might as well take a look for himself."
Lang Zongyi quietly watched Yan Jiu, who was enveloped in an illusion of comfort, as if time had bestowed upon her a layer of kindness.
at the same time.
This also caused the real Yan Jiu to disappear into a fog, making it impossible for outsiders to discover her.
Lang Zongyi vaguely sensed that fate had cruelly taken away the love web that others had carefully woven for Yan Jiu.
Having lost love, Yan Jiu gropes her way forward.
That's how we've come to be where we are today.
Lang Zongyi also saw it.
Over the long years.
A heart has fallen into a permanent slumber.
No one can wake it up.
No one can enter Yan Jiu's heart.
When looking at Yan Jiu, the whites of Lang Zongyi's eyes would turn as dark as ink in the blink of an eye.
Before long, he slowly withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, no longer trying to see through Yan Jiu.
after all.
Under the unpredictable wheel of fate.
Who has it easier than whom?
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