"I saw it!" The auntie raised her hand suddenly.
The man who had been hit said, "Auntie, you have to help me. I'm really not trying to scam anyone; I was really hit by them."
"Relax, I'll report whatever I saw. I won't let anyone treat a good man unjustly."
Yin Shaojie stared at their well-coordinated conversation and swept his dark gaze across the policeman.
The policeman could not help but feel anxious. He turned his gaze away and even took a few steps back, but was caught by the man.
"Comrade Policeman, you have to question them carefully."
"Uh…" A sheen of cold sweat appeared on the policeman's forehead.
The corner of Yin Shaojie's lips lifted. "Policeman, may I ask… Is your surname 'An'?"
"I-It's not!" The policeman denied in a panic.
Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly realized what was going on. She pointed at An Furen's nose and said, "You're An Zhixin's father!"
No wonder he looked so familiar.