Although Yang Yuyun felt a little uncomfortable, she was not a stingy girl. After adjusting her mental state, she nodded and agreed to the request.
"Come with me. I'll get it for you when I get home. But my relatives are still looking for my brother carefully, so we can't make it public."
She nodded and knew the stakes.
Sitting in the car, Gu Qingyan seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at Yang Yuyun, and said:
"No one called the police? Shouldn't you ask the police for help as soon as possible?"
Confused, she looked back at Yang Yuyun, who was sitting next to her.
Why didn't you call the police in the first place for such a thing? She couldn't figure out what these people were thinking about.
"If we call the police, will they kill my brother? My family is worried about this, so they don't dare to call the police."
Biting her lower lip, Yang Yuyun explained to her awkwardly.
She nodded and knew what they were worried about.