The minister's expression froze, he lowered his gaze, and touched the tip of his nose unnaturally, "No, I have been dealing with the bad attacks you encountered recently, and I haven't seen any outsiders."
Shengge understood his expression and turned to look at Ji Yuting.
"Okay, since the minister said so, I have no problem."
Having barely passed the test, the head of the police department, who was standing in front of the blackboard, quietly sighed and wiped the thin sweat on his forehead caused by nervousness with a tissue.
Grenier sent Shengge and Ji Yuting away from the police station. As he walked in the corridor, he asked: "The prisoner who hit Mr. Xiaolu on the back of the head with a stick has been tortured for the past two days. Do Mr. Yu and Mr. Xiaolu want to go and have a look?"
Shengge shook his head, "Forget it, Mr. Gray just asks the police department to continue to deal with it seriously. Master Yu and I have stayed in country A for too long. We haven't seen the babies at home for a long time, and we want to return to the country."
"good."
Grenier nodded very reasonably and looked at Ji Yuting, "Do you want to take this prisoner back to the Chinese interrogation room?"
Ji Yuting held Shengge's waist and helped her walk, "Since Shengsheng has told you to handle it seriously, forget it. After all, they are all from country A and not the mastermind. It's too much to apply for a transnational case for such a little person."
No need to bother."
Grenier nodded repeatedly.
"Don't worry, Mr. Yu. Although the truck driver has obtained the nationality of Country A, he is now a citizen of Country A. I will let the doctor treat him well. Once he can be cured, the sentence he deserves will not be less."
Ji Yuting's tone was indifferent, "It's just a temporary scapegoat."
Grenier was slightly startled. As the prospective heir to the royal family, how could he not understand what Ji Yuting meant, but he didn't say anything and just smiled.
After coming out of the police station and getting into the armed car to return to the hotel, Ji Yuting turned around and finally said: "Gray, your police chief is not of the same mind as you. This kind of person may block your way to inherit the royal family in the future. You
Be careful."
After he finished speaking, he helped Shengge get into the car and followed him.
As the car door slammed shut, only Grenier, whose face was slightly pale, was left.
Grenier looked at the disappearing armed car and quietly called the deputy director of the police department.
"Go find out who your boss has met recently, and do it quietly."
*
In the car back to the hotel.
Because JC from the Police Department of Country A was there, Shengge and Ji Yuting were speechless all the way and returned to the hotel room in silence.
It wasn't until the door of the presidential suite closed that Ji Yuting said: "Looking at the minister's subtle expression today, the person he met must have a high status to have such a reaction. If I guess, it's either Hall Paul or Anne of Windsor."
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Shengge looked at him and smiled slightly, "It just so happens that I think so too."
He tightened his grip around Shengge's waist: "Then what are you going to do, wife?"
"I'll go back to China first. Regarding my career, I plan to be tough. I will seize Paul Hall's resources and cut off Anne of Windsor's cooperation. As for other debts, due to their special status, I will let them pay them back one by one."
Ji Yuting kissed her forehead and said, "I'll listen to Shengsheng."
Shengge had a bandage on the back of her head and was not suitable for bathing. Ji Yuting carried her to the dry area of the bathroom, twisted the hot towel himself, and wiped her body bit by bit.
The two fell asleep comfortably.
In the middle of the night, Shengge's sleep was not stable, and there was a dull pain in the back of his head.
My eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them at all.
She clenched her palms, and there was a ball of depressed anger in her heart, surging inexplicably.
I want to vent, I want to see blood...
"What's wrong with Shengsheng?"
Ji Yuting held her in his arms, sleeping lightly, and keenly felt the sudden tension in her back.
He turned on the bedside table lamp and observed Shengge's condition, "What's wrong?"
Shengge's turbid thoughts gradually cleared up. She wanted to speak, but her throat was completely unable to make a sound, and she couldn't move her whole body.
It's very weird, like what is commonly known as a ghost on the bed.
She struggled alone for a while, soon exhausted her energy and fell into a deep sleep.
Ji Yuting checked her breathing and felt her breathing gradually became steady. He thought she was having a nightmare and let out a long sigh of relief.
The two hugged each other and spent the rest of the night peacefully.
Early the next morning, the two got up, packed their suitcases again, and took them to the airport in an armed police vehicle.