The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

The last two words sound especially heavy.

She was on the verge of breaking down.

Nan Jiaojiao snorted and laughed, "Ms. Song, you are very organized and clear in your words. I admire you. Did you automatically get some kind of buff after entering the police station? You don't stutter or get tangled anymore. This is much better than when you were in the live broadcast room and couldn't even fart after three sticks."

"Puchi——" Chu Yao couldn't help but laughed. She quickly covered her mouth, not wanting to ruin her mood of beating someone up.

Song Yuan's head was about to explode. She was holding on to the armrest of the wheelchair with great tension. Her slender bones were clearly visible, as if wrapped under a thin layer of flesh. The female star managed her figure to a pathological level. Not only was she thin, but even her hands were just skin and bones. The tension all over her body made the edges of her face too sharp.

Like a knife.

It may backfire on you at any time before hurting others.

"Alright..." Song Yuan suppressed her anger before she flew into a rage. Although she wanted to smile, her smile was a bit gnashing. "If you're willing to give me some time, why do we have to come here to talk? Now that the misunderstanding has been explained, let's go back and don't occupy the police resources. They are all very busy."

She didn't give Nan Jiaojiao a chance to speak, but turned her wheelchair towards the police officer and said, "I'm sorry, my friend and I have caused trouble for everyone. This is how it is. We can solve it privately. We won't trouble you any more."

The police officer was not confused. Although Song Yuan was deliberately beating around the bush, he picked out the key points and did not just listen to Song Yuan's one-sided words. Instead, he asked Nan Jiaojiao respectfully, "What about you? Do you have anything to add? Do you still want to call the police and accept Miss Song's private mediation?"

Nan Jiaojiao sneered, "I don't accept it."

“Jiaojiao!” Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even look at Song Yuan. She just stretched out one hand and waved it to cover her eyes. “Okay, you’ve said enough. It’s my turn.”

She took out her phone and said, "What a coincidence. I also have a surveillance video here. It shows the whole process of the car accident on the cross-sea bridge."

"Really? Let me see."

The police officer stretched out his hand, and just as Nan Jiaojiao was about to hand it over, she caught a glimpse of a figure quickly coming towards them, and she instinctively moved to the side.

Song Yuan missed her attack and leaned forward. Her skinny body seemed to be pulled forward by the force and she might fall off the wheelchair at any time.

Chu Yao grabbed her collar from behind and pulled her back with force.

Her back hit the wheelchair, and her neck was tightened. Song Yuan's sickly face suddenly turned red. She stared at Nan Jiaojiao's hand and asked, "Where did you get the surveillance video? Could it be fake?"

"Coincidentally, I also have a friend who can help me get the surveillance video. My friend is more capable than your friend. He gave me the complete version. What are you in such a hurry to grab it? Now that I have it out, I want to show it to everyone."

"You don't..." Song Yuan subconsciously wanted to order her not to take it out, but she stopped talking in time, holding her breath tightly, and her smile disappeared. "Jiaojiao, stop it. Do you really think that the police will believe you if you just show some random surveillance footage? I'm doing this for your own good. I'm afraid that you will act on impulse and regret it later."

"Well, I know, Miss Song is doing this for my own good, but I don't appreciate it," Nan Jiaojiao said, "You insisted on snatching it, could it be that you have seen it in advance, and the complete surveillance video cannot be made public?" (End of this chapter)