The other two also echoed, begging for mercy.
"Yes, yes, go ahead, we'll wait in line!"
Zhan Qipei had intended to teach them a lesson and leave, but upon hearing these words, his face instantly exuded a bloodthirsty and cold chill.
He dialed Tang Yan's number, "There are a few people here, take them to the police station."
In the past, he had never been in the habit of sending people to the police station, preferring to settle any grudges on the spot with his own methods.
But ever since he met Qiao Jing, he felt that sending people to the police station was a good habit.
After dealing with the matter, Zhan Qipei turned his head to look at Qiao Jing.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me? Why did you leave first?"
Qiao Jing lowered her hand, her fine eyebrows slightly furrowed, "I thought you were going to take her home, especially since she was crying so hard."
"She took a taxi by herself."
"You're okay with that?"