Officer Gu, I Need to Report a Crime

I married Gu Cheng, the city’s hero cop.

In our third year of marriage, a stalker picked the lock on our front door.

I locked myself in the bedroom and called Gu Cheng, trembling. “He’s inside, right outside the door. Hurry back!”

The other end of the line was noisy, and Gu Cheng sounded extremely impatient. “I’m responding to a call. Just lock the door.”

The next second, a sweet, coquettish voice piped up. “Officer Gu, my cat is stuck up a tree. What should I do?”

Gu Cheng’s voice instantly softened. “Don’t be scared. I’m on my way.”

The call ended.

The moment the door was smashed open, I saw the stalker’s twisted face.