"NYPD? The abbreviation for New York City Police Department. Why did he ask you to go there?" Liang Conglin was completely confused when he heard the place the person on the phone said.
Qiao Nian stopped a car, opened the back seat and got in, answering him without turning his head: "I don't know, we'll know when we go and take a look."
"Wait for me, I'll go with you." Liang Conglin ran over, opened the passenger door, quickly got in, and said to the driver.
"To the NYPD."
The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove in the direction they said.
In the car, Liang Conglin turned around and tried to talk to the girl: "Who is calling you? Do you have a guess in mind?"
The girl leaned back in her seat, her back relaxed against the cushion, a hint of fatigue lingering under her eyelids, a bit annoyed and a bit depressed.
"without."
A casual tone.
Liang Conglin couldn't figure her out, either because he really didn't know or he had never tried to guess.
He took out his cell phone and prepared to call Ye Wangchuan, muttering, "I hope there won't be any more trouble."
Qiao Nian couldn't see what he was doing from behind. He supported his chin with one hand and looked at Liang Conglin's body half blocked by the chair with his dark eyes against the light.
"Have you recently discovered..."
"What?"
Liang Conglin turned around and immediately looked at her, motioning for her to finish speaking.
Qiao Nian met his clear gaze, the remaining half of the sentence stuck in her throat, she swallowed it back silently, and looked away first.
"fine."
She acted very strangely, which made Liang Conglin a little concerned: "What did you just want to tell me?"
Qiao Nian raised her hand to cover her eyes, her eyelashes brushing against the back of her hand, and said in a distracted manner: "I just suddenly remembered something to ask you, but then I thought about it and you didn't know, so forget it." Liang Conglin opened his mouth and wanted to say, "You haven't asked me yet, how do you know I don't know?" But before he could say anything, the phone in his hand vibrated.
Liang Conglin's attention was diverted and he forgot to ask further questions.
[Y: I’ll be there soon.]
Liang Conglin saw the latest text message on the screen, put his heart at ease, and went over with Qiao Nian with peace of mind.
*
at this time.
Inside the New York Police Department.
Elena's treatment was relatively good. She had her own single room and did not need to be locked up with other female prisoners. She could also use her mobile phone to contact the outside world.
Even her place had a separate bed and table and chairs.
If there wasn't a door locked behind her, it would be hard to associate her with the words prison and waiting for bail.
There was not only Elena in her single room, there was also a female police officer who seemed to be talking to her, and the atmosphere inside was very depressing.
"He told you he would be away for two days?"
She was wearing NYPD prisoner uniform, with blue and white stripes on her body, and she sat straight, unable to hide her domineering aura.
"Did he say what he was going to do when he returned?"
Elena didn't look at all inferior even in her prison uniform, and her sharp eyes were still as sharp as those of a superior, enough to oppress the policewoman in front of her.
The policewoman didn't dare to provoke her, and hesitated: "She said she was going home."
"Go home?" Elena was still wondering what urgent matter had happened to Moody that would make him leave her behind and return to the Sixth Continent, when she received a call from a familiar number.
"Hello."
She was cold and indifferent when she picked it up, with an elusive disgust in her eyes and a calm tone, not giving the other party a chance to see her embarrassment.
"Why are you calling me? What's the matter? Auntie didn't give you any work to do. You've been trying to curry favor with her for so long, but she still doesn't treat you as the real heir."