"How could it be!" Song Yuan instinctively denied it, but in reality, she was unsure.
The anxiety grew larger, almost uncontrollable now, or else why would she suddenly want to snatch the phone?
This action made the officer stare at her with scrutiny. Song Yuan felt both guilty and panicked but restrained herself to muster a smile, "There's no need, if you want to disclose it, go ahead. I was just suggesting, to avoid..."
"Alright!"
Nan Jiaojiao didn't bother listening to her pretentious words and handed the phone directly to the officer.
After looking at it, the officer's face changed dramatically, and he suddenly stared at Song Yuan. He paused the video, which happened to capture the license plate number up-close on the screen in front of Song Yuan, and asked, "Is this your car?"
Song Yuan hesitated uncertainly, then nodded reluctantly, "Yes..."
