The police station had summoned, and of course, he had to dutifully report.
Yian Jingxue insisted on accompanying him, so the two went to the police station together.
Fearing that he would be at a disadvantage, Yian Jingxue intended to contact some acquaintances, but Han Zuo quickly pressed her hand, which was dialing the phone, "I'll handle it."
He couldn't let Yian Jingxue step in for everything.
If he did, where would he, a grown man, put his face?
Yian Jingxue asked him with concern, "Do you know anyone at the police station? Someone with authority?"
"Of course," Han Zuo bluffed.
He wasn't usually this vain, being straightforward and telling it like it was.
But now, he was like a peacock strutting his stuff in front of a peahen, adamantly refusing to admit that he, a Vice President who came from humble beginnings, had less extensive connections than Yian Jingxue, a young lady from a wealthy family.
However, strictly speaking, he wasn't lying.
