Xiao Yao jumped up from the sofa. He pulled the glass door open and rushed out. "Damn it! Lao Tzu, you're dead!"

Ye Cheng wanted to stop it. Who knows that Xiao Yao was slippery and slipped out of his fingers. This little fellow is really mad. He looks exactly like the usual one.

Xiaoyao took a few deep breaths and stood in front of Han Mingwei, showing his police card. "Mr. Han!"

The bodyguards stood in front of Han Mingwei, and they opened their arms viciously to prevent Xiaoyao from approaching. Han Mingwei pushed his glasses on his nose and said with a grin, "Officer Yao is so sorry....