Chen Xi delivered Yaya to Sister Hua's shop.
He dialed the Public Security Bureau's number, his heart burning with anxiety.
Afraid that traffic jam might waste time, he ran all the way to the Martial Arts Department, and now he was panting so heavily he nearly passed out.
"Par... adise... save people... save people!!" He lay against the counter, speaking in broken words.
However, the security officer at the front desk eyed him disdainfully, "Go queue up and take a number."
"Do you know how busy we are every day?"
"If everyone were like you, with no manners, how would we get anything done!"
The security officer's tone was unfriendly.
"A matter of life and death!!!" At this moment, Chen Xi was extremely anxious, with countless words to say, but his lungs were almost bursting, so he could only force out this sentence.
Yet, upon hearing this, the security officer sneered, lazily picking up a nail clipper and trimming his nails.
