Jinshan Village Police Station.
Ma Qiang waited anxiously, his eyes fixed desperately on the automatic exchange telephone on the desk.
This was the only telephone in Jinshan Village, specially approved initially to facilitate communication with the city bureau.
Seeing him like this, Fang Ming couldn't help but say, "Brother Qiang, you have no relation to the Yue Family, and the day before yesterday you even made a special trip to the city for this. Now, you're just waiting for a message that might not come. Why bother?"
Ma Qiang glanced at him sidelong, "Do you think I'm doing this for the Yue Family?"
"Isn't it?" Fang Ming asked, puzzled.
Ma Qiang snorted through his nose, Forget it, don't bother arguing with a fool.
He just hoped the leaders in the city could bring news soon.
This case was really typical. If it could end well, it would be good news for the girls in the surrounding villages, even those in the city.