Without giving it a further thought, I rushed out of the police station, only to see Mu Zisong leaning against a fiery red Maserati from afar. As soon as he saw me, he whistled.
“Get in the car. I’ll bring you to see him.”
I walked over, my stomach full of the grumbles I had not vented out. Remembering that we were still at the entrance of the police station, I held it in and directly entered the car.
He drove very fast, while I reprimanded angrily next to him, “And you call this a big drama? Not only had you gotten yourself locked up, you even got me involved as well. What kind of lousy plan is this?”