Ning Jie frowned and turned back. To be honest, this single sentence left him with a thoroughly terrible impression of the other deputy chief.
What kind of family could possibly raise such an arrogant and overbearing child? Like father, like son; if the kid was like this, the parents certainly couldn't be any good either.
A man in his forties wearing a police uniform stood looking darkly at Chen Anguo. Standing beside him was a stout young fellow of decent height, whose face was beaten to a pulp with eyes swollen into little steamed buns.
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