Song Xiaojia sighed deeply, she put on her clothes, but found that the buttons on her clothes were all torn off, with only two barely able to fasten. She glared at Lin Chuan and said, "Bastard, look at what you've done."
"No worries, I have a needle and thread here," Lin Chuan chuckled.
"Then hurry up and give it to me," Song Xiaojia scolded.
Lin Chuan obediently handed the needle and thread to Song Xiaojia. Song Xiaojia hurriedly sewed all the buttons back onto her clothes. Once the buttons were fastened, she immediately regained her serious and authoritative police demeanor. However, Song Xiaojia felt a certain part of her body aching. Lin Chuan had been too rough just now, leaving that area with a burning sensation.
"I'm leaving," Song Xiaojia said.
"Alright," Lin Chuan nodded, "Once you get back, handle it however you want. I don't want to make things difficult for you."
