「At the police station.」
Seeing that Zhao Xianhong couldn't produce any evidence, the police officer said, "Alright, Lawyer Liu, we have a basic understanding of the situation. Thank you for your cooperation. You're free to go."
"Of course."
"Wait, officer! You can't just close the case like this," Zhao Xianhong said, unconvinced.
The officer turned to him and said, "Mr. Zhao, you heard her. Things aren't as you imagine. Everything requires evidence, which you can't provide."
On the other hand, everything they said was perfectly reasonable. You should stop making a scene here; we're very busy."
"This matter is closed. If you're still not satisfied, you can hire your own lawyer and sue him in court."
Zhao Xianhong: "..."
Xu Yun had been sitting on the side the whole time, letting Liu Limin handle everything as if it had nothing to do with him.
He hadn't said a single word.
It was as if the whole affair was completely unrelated to him.
'Damn, this is the world of the rich.'
