"Han Luoqi, get out!"
Zhuang Xuejun shoved him out and then turned around to fling a pile of clothes lying on the floor at his head, slamming the door shut with a bang.
Han Luoqi pulled the clothes off his head and continuously knocked on the door.
"Xuejun, Xuejun, listen to me."
"Honey, I know I was wrong, just open the door, honey."
"Xuejun, I was just afraid of losing you; you can hit me or scold me, whatever you want, just please open the door..."
Han Luoqi kept knocking on the door, but no matter how hard he knocked, she just wouldn't open it.
Afraid that she might cause some trouble inside, Han Luoqi found some tools and tried to pick the lock.
However, just as he was walking with the toolbox to the door, a few police officers suddenly burst in downstairs.
"Don't move, put down the weapon!"
Han Luoqi was taken aback, and turned around to see several officers pointing electric batons at him, and they even had guns...
Han Luoqi, "..."
What the heck!
