Xing Ji'an paused for a moment: "You call this a property dispute involving a few hundred yuan?"
He pointed to the suit jacket on the trash can, his gaze... well, it was rather subtle.
Qiao Yihan paused: "Is something wrong?"
Xing Ji'an didn't want to talk to him anymore.
The police station has people who specialize in property assessments. He brought them over and simply waved for them to go up.
Seeing this, Qiao Yihan finally realized that something was wrong.
However, it was too late for him to do anything now; he could only wait quietly for the evaluators to give their results.
Time ticked by, and as Qiao Yihan watched the assessors touch and flick the objects, making several phone calls and checking information for a while, a sense of unease crept into his heart.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on Fu Jingheng again.
That shouldn't be the case...
He searched through all his memories but couldn't find any information about this man; he shouldn't be some important figure.
Before he could figure it out, the evaluator, who had finally gathered all the information, stood up and quickly walked over to Xing Ji'an and whispered a few words in his ear.
Xing Ji'an nodded.
"The results are in, this suit is worth three hundred..." He paid attention to Qiao Yihan's expression and saw that his tense lips relaxed and he immediately looked at Qin Sheng.
A wicked smile flashed across Xing Ji'an's eyes. He moved his thin lips and continued, "Ten thousand."
Qiao Yihan's smile, which hadn't fully blossomed, froze instantly, especially when he heard the word "US dollars," his face twitched uncontrollably.
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