"Hmm, after you report to the police tomorrow, give me a call, then I'll arrange things on my end. Wash off this black outfit soon; we can't let people keep cursing you," Yu Jingchen said, frowning.
An Ning nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Uncle."
Yu Jingchen disapproved. "I think you're so desperate for fame that you're actually letting all these people curse you and still holding the phone with a smile. I really don't understand what you find so amusing?"
An Ning pouted her lips. "Is it a generation gap? Definitely an uncle."
Yu Jingchen gave her a glare. His eyes were especially sharp, as if they were piercing her heart with a thousand arrows.