Baker pressed the presser of the coffee machine indifferently and said, "As long as you donate, just print your name on it."

Ye Nianmo frowned. "I don't have this hobby yet."

The door was pushed in, and a policeman C turned over the information in his hand. "Hai Zhuo Xuan can go."

Ye Nianmo turned to the door, and Beck said behind him, "I really don't ask for it. After all, it's a hidden danger to put it beside me."

Ye Nianmo did not turn around and gradually tightened his hand holding the door handle. "If he wants Ye, he can take it."

Outside the police station, Haizhuoxuan squinted at...