C181 That is real that is fake

At this moment, I suspect Zhang Ya's identity. With the powerful flashlight on her chest, I have never heard of such a high-end device in the Bureau.

Zhang Ya subconsciously touched her chest with her hand. With a hesitant expression, she stepped forward and said, "This …" This is my dad's birthday present. "

"Oh?" Raising my head, I looked at Zhang Ya in puzzlement, "Xiao Ya