"Boss, why don't I tell aunt that you went to the toilet."
"She would ask me why I pee so much." Lu Yifan said, picking up the phone and preparing to answer the call, but the call hung up again.
It's just right to hang up. He can take a breath first.
Throwing the phone aside, he continued to press his two index fingers against his temples.
When they arrived at the gate of the XX City Public Security Bureau, they happened to encounter Mansen coming out with five or six police officers.
Xuehu looked back at Yifan Lu, "Boss."
Lu Yifan opened the door and got out of the car, walking towards the group of people.
"Manchu."
He looked at Mansen up and down with cold eyes.
His eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes and there were small blisters at the corners of his mouth.
He smiled coldly again, "Chang Manchu, is he angry?"
Unabashed irony...
Mansen had a stern look on his face, "Why don't you go find someone and come to me?"
Without stopping, he walked straight towards a van.
Lu Yifan stood there, but slowly turned to Minister Man's position, "Logically speaking, you should avoid suspicion in this case."
His tone was neither hasty nor slow, still sarcastic.
Mansen stopped, turned around, and asked urgently: "What do you mean, kid?"
Yifan Lu sneered and asked, "Don't you understand what I mean?"
‘Hmph’ Mansen snorted coldly, blew his beard and glared angrily, “Don’t spit on others.”
Lu Yifan said: "I just said that you should avoid suspicion. I didn't say anything else. Why are you so anxious to get angry, Minister Man?"
Mansen suddenly raised his head, looked at the sky and sighed sadly, "Hey, if I could bend the law for personal gain and be irresponsible to society and the people, I wouldn't have let my son reach this point."
If he was not so rigid in doing things and spent more time on his son, getting to know him and accompanying him, how could he hate him like this?
He just lamented and blamed himself, and did not regret his lifelong dedication to the country and the people.
Lu Yifan looked at the vicissitudes of Man Sen's face and said calmly: "Minister Man, please step back."
Mansen was stunned, "What did you say?"
Yifan Lu repeated, "I mean you should step back."
Mansen said disdainfully: "What right do you have to ask me to step down?"
Lu Yifan's expression was serious, "If you step down and are no longer the minister, maybe he will find it boring."
Hearing this, Mansen felt angry for a moment. He suddenly thought about something and nodded, "Maybe."
As he spoke, he turned around and opened the door of the sports car.
Several other police officers followed and got into the car.
They were not in a hurry to close the car door, they were probably still waiting for someone.
Lu Yifan turned around and walked towards his car.
A familiar voice came from behind, "Sorry, I just answered a phone call."
He turned his head, and the man happened to look towards him.
"Ivan?"
It’s Tang Min, whom I haven’t seen for a long time.
She was wearing a dark blue police coat, with waist-length hair, and her cheeks and nose were flushed by the cold wind.
After so many years, seeing Yifan Lu still made her eyes light up.
Lu Yifan nodded to her, glanced at the document bag in Tang Min's hand, and asked in a calm tone: "Do you want to go out?"
"Yeah." Tang Min nodded, "Are you here for anything?"
She walked to Lu Yifan and stopped.
Lu Yifan said: "It's been done."
Tang Min pursed her lips, paused for a second, and then asked, "Is Mu Mu okay?"
