"Alright, fine." The man replied while covering his face, and the woman wanted to say more, but he tugged at her, "Whatever you want to say, say it tomorrow. There's no one here now, what's the use of talking so much."
"Are you sure he will really come tomorrow?"
"Did you see the two traffic cops didn't dare to stop him? He must be a remarkable person. If he said he'll come, he surely will."
The man and woman kept muttering as they followed the traffic police to the Traffic Police Squad.
Meanwhile, Su Junhao couldn't care less about the blood still oozing from his forehead, and he hurriedly ran back to his apartment community.
As soon as he reached the gate, the security guard saw his blood-covered face and wanted to inquire about something, but he gave no chance, directly running to the elevator.
The elevator was pressed for a long time but wouldn't come down, so he hurriedly turned to the stairs and ran up them.
