The manager asked, "Then have you called his home?"
"I called, but I couldn't get through." Nyla Duke's eyes flashed, "So I think it's better to call the police first, so that he doesn't run away."
Ryan Stark smiled coldly, lit a cigarette, hesitating leisurely, and did not take the initiative to call home, but quietly watched Nyla Duke perform.
He would like to see how Nyla Duke's quarrel ends in the end.
The manager's eyes fell on the five yuan a box of Hongtashan in Ryan Stark's hand, and he said coldly, "Call the police."
He started as a salesman in a 4s store. For so many years, he has never seen a person who came to buy a BMW smoke this kind of rotten cigarettes that cost five yuan a pack, so he believed Nyla Duke's words.
"See how stubborn you are for a while, wait for the pol
