"Yin Xiaofan, please give up," Guan Lingyu roared.
Seeing Guan Lingyu's furious expression, Yin Xiaofan felt guilty for a while. Guan Lingyu was a fierce woman and was currently fighting for her numerous advantages. If she were released, she wouldn't immediately find herself.
It was known that Guan Lingyu was a police officer, and in her impulsiveness, she might pull out a gun and kill herself. More reason not to release Guan Lingyu; she was now a dangerous person.
For personal safety, we must never let go, we must never compromise.
"I'm feeling dizzy now. I can't get up. You can rest a bit," Yin Xiaofan pretended to be dead, lying in front of Guan Lingyu.
Yin Xiaofan never thought he could be so shameless that his pockets had no end.
Looking at Yin Xiaofan, it was clear he should keep devouring his own tofu.
Guan Lingyu was truly a mad impulsion, yet there was no way to accept Yin Xiaofan.
