The police officer, seeing Song Yueqin's regret, desperately tried to persuade her to come down, "Please come down quickly! Although you'll definitely be sentenced, good behavior during imprisonment can reduce your sentence! As long as you willingly reform, it's possible that you could be released early. If you really jump, however, your life will be over. Compare a few years to a lifetime, and decide for yourself which is better?"
"Can I trust your words?" Yueqin asked, unconvinced.
"We are police officers! We won't deceive you! Please come down."
"Alright then," Yueqin finally agreed. She glanced at An Hao, her lips curving slightly, "Wait for me. If I'm having a tough time, don't expect an easy life yourself. After I get out, we can settle our scores slowly."
An Hao frowned, staring at her, anger churning inside him.
If possible, he really wanted to push this trouble-making woman out of the window.
