C222 Lin Xin Can

In the courtyard of the police station, Zi Han was carrying five servings of rice in each hand as she followed behind a young woman. The woman's long hair was floating in the wind, and she carried a bag on her shoulder as she walked in front of Zi Han with small steps, humming a little tune. Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, glared at Zi Han, and said, "You little hooligan