Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"NYPD? The abbreviation of New York City Police Department. Why did he ask you to go there?" Liang Conglin was completely confused when he heard the place mentioned by the person on the phone.

Qiao Nian stopped a car casually, opened the back seat and got in the car, and answered him without turning his head: "I don't know, just go and see."

"Wait for me, I'll go with you." Liang Conglin ran over, opened the door of the co-pilot, got in quickly, and said to the driver.

"Go to NYPD."

The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove in the direction they said.

In the car, Liang Conglin turned around and tried to talk to the girl: "Who called you? Do you have a guess in your mind?"

The girl leaned back in the seat, her back relaxed against the cushion, and there was a little fatigue under her eyelids, a little annoyed and a little depressed.

"No."

A careless tone.

Liang Conglin couldn't figure out whether she really didn't know or had never guessed at all.

He took out his cell phone and prepared to tell Ye Wangchuan, muttering, "I hope there won't be any more trouble."

Qiao Nian couldn't see what he was doing from behind, and she supported her chin with one hand, her dark eyes looking against the light at Liang Conglin's body half blocked by the seat.

"Have you discovered recently..."

"What?"

Liang Conglin turned around and immediately looked at her, motioning her to finish.

Qiao Nian met his clear eyes, the remaining half of the sentence stuck in her throat, and then swallowed it back silently, and took the lead in moving her eyes away.

"It's okay."

She acted very strangely, which made Liang Conglin a little concerned: "What did you just want to tell me?"

Qiao Nian raised her hand to cover her eyes, her eyelashes brushed against the back of her hand, and she was upset: "I just suddenly remembered something to ask you, and then I thought about it and you didn't know it, so forget it."

Liang Conglin opened his mouth and wanted to say, 'You haven't asked me yet, how do you know I don't know? ', but before he could say it, the phone in his hand vibrated.

Liang Conglin was diverted and forgot to ask further.

[Y: I'll be there soon. ]

Liang Conglin saw the latest text message on the screen, put his heart at ease, and went with Qiao Nian.

*

At this time.

In the New York City Police Department.

Elena's treatment is relatively good. She has her own single room, does not need to be locked up with other female prisoners, and can use her mobile phone to contact the outside world.

She even has a separate bed and table and chairs in her place.

If there is no door to lock her, it is difficult to associate her with the words prison and waiting for bail.

There is not only Elena in her single room, but also a female police officer. The female police officer seems to be talking to her, and the atmosphere inside is very low.

"Did he tell you that he would leave for two days?"

She was wearing the clothes of NYPD prisoners, with blue and white stripes on her body. She sat upright, unable to hide her domineering attitude.

"Did he say what he was going to do when he returned?"

Elena did not look downcast in her prison uniform, and her sharp eyes were still like those of a superior, enough to oppress the female police officer in front of her.

The policewoman didn't dare to provoke her, and hesitated: "You said you were going home."

"Going home?" Elena was still wondering what urgent matter Moody had that would leave her and go back to the Sixth Continent, when she received a call from a familiar number.

"Hello."

When she picked up the phone, she was cold and indifferent, with an elusive disgust in her eyes, and her tone was calm, not giving the other party a chance to spy on her embarrassment.

"Why are you calling me? What's wrong? Aunt didn't arrange anything for you to do. You have been flattering her for so long, but she doesn't treat you as a real heir."