"Alright, alright, stop laughing."
Shen Siyuan looked at Ruan Hongzhuang, helplessly rubbing his temples.
Ruan Hongzhuang had heard about the villa this morning and had been laughing ever since, her cheeks almost sore. She was now covering her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
Upon hearing Shen Siyuan's words, she tried hard to hold back her laughter, with a glint of tears at the corner of her eyes from laughing: "I'm not laughing, I'm not... So you spent the whole night at the police station?"
"Pretty much, recording statements, making notes, it was only after midnight that I got back."
Shen Siyuan said irritably, "What's so funny about this? Our master bedroom was wrecked like that, aren't you even a bit angry?"
Ruan Hongzhuang's smile instantly faded, her eyes colder, and her tone sank: "Of course I'm angry. We can't let this slide."
