"No need, what do you know?" Yang Bingning glared at Ye Luo, her face cold as ice.
"No rush, beautiful policewoman sister, why don't we wait until I finish eating this stuff? The night is long, let's take it slow."
Finally, under Yang Bingning's angry gaze, Ye Luo finished eating everything on the table and belched contentedly.
"Lang Kun is in my hands."
At Ye Luo's words, Yang Bingning's expression changed instantly, her eyes fixed on Ye Luo with a hint of excited joy in her pupils.
"Really?"
"Of course, I never lie to women, especially to beauties."
"Take me to see him, I want to bring him back to the police station," Yang Bingning said directly.
"No!"
"Why not?"
Yang Bingning's pretty face turned cold again as she stared at Ye Luo.
"Because I caught him, and he told me that there are people from their organization inside your police station. To send him back now would be to waste all our efforts," Ye Luo said, curling his lips.