Aoyama Xiu Xin entered the living room with curiosity.
"Chief of Police Aoyama!" Ryosuke and Chiyoko, who had already stood up and were waiting, hurriedly bowed in unison.
Because the room was warm, it was somewhat hot to keep wearing their coats, so both took theirs off, leaving Hashimoto Chiyoko wearing a turtleneck sweater that was quite sexy.
The sky blue jeans clung tightly to her perky buttocks and plump thighs, outlining the tempting lines of her beautiful legs, voluptuous yet not greasy, whetting one's appetite.
"There's no need for such formalities," Xiu Xin waved his hand and sat down, "What do you need from me?"
"Chief, we've come to report that city hall officials and the police are colluding, lying about the number of deaths in last night's stampede, and even threatening the victims' families," Ryosuke said indignantly.
