The police politely escorted Kendrick and Annabelle to the gate, and Annabelle's face had turned red all the way to her neck.
"Put me down quickly, my leg isn't injured..." she grumbled as she slapped Kendrick's chest.
Kendrick then put her down, thinking to himself, "What a little white-eyed wolf you are. Just a moment ago, you were so scared that your face turned pale. I thought you couldn't walk because your legs were weak, so I held you. And you still hit me."
Annabelle remembered what had happened at the police station and asked, "By the way, was it you who asked the police to be a little nicer to me?"
Although she was scared just now, she also knew that it was her own psychological factor. Because in the previous two hours, no one had troubled her, and that so-called detention ro
