Qu Yiheng was taken aback for a moment, then immediately coughed twice and said, "Yes, of course, sure, sure."
He cursed to himself, *Damn you, Old Hou, you're setting me up! Thank god I’m quick on my feet—I can roll with any script. Otherwise, trying to con the police in their own station like this, they’d have thrown us straight into a cell.*
In this day and age, there was no point arguing about whether English was widely spoken or not. Qu Yiheng figured that even if he blurted out "son of a bitch," hardly anyone would understand him anyway. The young policeman was immediately taken in by Qu Yiheng’s act. Trusting him about eighty percent, he turned to look at Li Meng with caution. "Xiaomeng, are these people your friends?"
Chapter 137