"Hello, is this Mr. He He? I'm Lao Zhou from the Handan South District Branch." There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "When you called the police during the day... We have found out the situation, and it seems to be different from what you imagined. Is it convenient for you to come to the institute now?"
He He sat up so fast that he even forgot to bite the apple. Different from what she imagined? What does that mean—could Fang Jing really be a habitual criminal and was just pretending during the day? The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She pulled on her slippers and was about to run out. She ran to the door and then turned back and put the melon seeds in her pocket.
How can you watch the fun without bringing melon seeds?
