Leaving Tan Xiang's phone number, Song Guanchao jumped off the bed and said, "I'll verify your identities with someone. If you're indeed undercover, I'll find a way to access the files with Captain Lin."
There was half a sentence left unsaid.
If they're not undercover, then Song Guanchao wouldn't be so courteous.
Upon hearing Song Guanchao's words, Tan Xiang suddenly became agitated.
Ignoring her naked body, she crawled over from the bed, grabbed his hand, and said, "You can't tell anyone!"
She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, holding Song Guanchao with one hand.
Standing on the ground and looking down, in this position, her already slender waist appeared even more delicate, emphasizing her vulnerability against her raised hips.
The voluptuous breasts in front of her chest looked like two large papayas, swaying gently in mid-air.
"The police have their own undercover agents. If they know our identities, our lives will be in danger!"
Tan Xiang said nervously.
