C25 It Was Really a Misunderstanding

The middle-aged police officer was breaking out in a cold sweat, his hand clutching the phone shaking uncontrollably.

The other two officers noticed his uneasy demeanor and were about to approach him with questions when they saw him stride toward Wang Xiaochuan, phone in hand.

In his mind, the middle-aged officer was furiously berating his nephew, drenched in metaphorical blood