The young policeman looked utterly baffled. "Paper towels?"
"You'll need them later." Ou Jue's thin lips opened and closed, his tone utterly certain.
That little fool—after holding it in for so long, once she sees him "locked up" in the police station, she'll definitely be scared enough to cry.
How could anyone wipe her tears without paper towels?
Although they didn't understand Young Master Ou's actions, the others obediently fetched a stack of paper towels and placed them in front of him.
Ou Jue leaned his whole body back against the chair. Even just sitting there, his aura was overwhelming.
Everyone stared intently at the police station's entrance.
Some even hid by the guesthouse entrance, waiting to escort Xiyan safely all the way here the moment she bolted out of the guesthouse.
Everything was set—all that was needed now was the final push.
Ou Jue sipped his water with a detached expression, still calm and composed as ever.
