Chapter 82: Best Not to Fall in Love
"Night Chen, I didn't do it!" Ji Siyan pouted with her red lips, wearing a mournful expression.
Theodore Harrington only glanced at Ji Siyan before turning his stern gaze towards the old man over there.
The old man lifted his eyelids, and his eyes met Theodore Harrington's in mid-air. In an instant, he looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, closing his mouth and no longer making a fuss.
A male police officer immediately came over, explaining the situation to Theodore Harrington with utmost respect.
Since that section of the road was in a blind spot for surveillance, it was impossible to determine who was telling the truth and who was lying.
After understanding the situation, Theodore Harrington took out his phone and made a call.
Within ten minutes
