Seeing Lu Xiaoxiao, the policeman stopped talking and Lan Enming's expression was not very natural.

"Xiaoxiao, you have been so frightened, or go back to rest first?" Lan Enming lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

Lu Xiaoxiao hesitated a little, but she had not yet had time to say anything, but she heard the voice of Chu Mo cold and dross: "Xiaoxiao? Is that what you can call it? Lan Enming."

Bad!

Lu Xiaoxiao screams bad in her heart. In the face of ink, Lan Enming calls her Xiaolu. Only when she is occasionally excited can she be called Xiaoxiao.

Never imagined that Lan Enming seemed calm today....