The police were very efficient and arrived soon.
Song Qingyou broke free of the old man's grip and wanted him to follow the police.
Who knew that the old man was very sharp and grabbed her hand again with a panicked expression.
"Man Zhen-"
Song Qingyou sighed helplessly.
"Are you really not a relative of this old man?" asked a young man suspiciously.
"Didn't you hear the old man call her Man Zhen?" This is Song Qingyou! She's a big star!"
Since his companion had said so, the young man who had questioned her quickly apologized to Song Qingyou.
"I'm not leaving. I'll get them to take you to look for Xiaoxiao, okay?" Song Qingyou waved her hand and started coaxing.
"Looking for Xiaoxiao-"
Upon hearing this name, the old man's eyes lit up.
"We must find Xiaoxiao."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged woman ran over from not far away.