Can I only call the police?
Zhang Moyan felt a chill on her back and rushed to her: "Can you let me explain? Or wait for Teacher Xiao to come back. Even though he's not answering the phone now, he will be back soon. If you call the police, everyone will be alerted!"
Zhou Xia rubbed his arms and walked a few steps away, putting some distance between them. "Explain to the police! If Brother Xingyu knows your identity and you have no other motives, the police won't do anything to you, right?"
Zhang Moyan had nothing to refute, so she grabbed her work bag and went to open the door. Her instinct told her that she had to leave before the police arrived.
Just as her fingers were about to touch the door, someone grabbed her arm with great force and threw her and her bag onto the table, knocking over the small pea green vase on it. It fell to the ground with a bang and shattered into pieces.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Zhou Xia glared in excitement, her charming waist pressing against the door, her press card tightly clenched in her hand, as if she was going to crush it.
If Zhang Moyan wants to leave here, she has to jump out of the window.
For the next ten minutes, the two people did not exchange a single word until footsteps were heard coming closer and closer downstairs.
Several people came up the stairs. Zhou Xia quickly opened the door. Uncle Chai and the eldest, second and third aunts came in with surprised faces. Behind them were two policemen, one old and one young, wearing black uniforms.
"Zhou Xia, were you the one who called the police? They are looking for a Miss Zhou." asked the eldest aunt.
"Yes, it's me," Zhou Xia panicked and grabbed Uncle Chai's arm, looking at Zhang Moyan fearfully. "I just found out that she's not Brother Xingyu's bodyguard at all. She's actually a reporter! Look, this is her press card!"
"Reporter?!" Uncle Chai's eldest and second aunts exclaimed in unison.
Zhou Xia nodded vigorously, fearing they wouldn't believe her, and shoved her press card to Uncle Chai: "She also has a camera and a recorder in that black bag!"
The eldest and second aunts came over, and the three of them passed around their press passes. After reading them, they all looked at Zhang Moyan in horror.
Zhang Moyan was unable to defend herself and felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave.
The press pass finally reached the older policeman.
The old police officer opened his press card, glanced at it, and walked towards Zhang Moyan: "Lady, please show me your ID card."
At the same time, another young policeman turned on the law enforcement recorder.
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Thank you bambini yesterday
's reward, it's so happy to eat soft rice~
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