"What's there to see in the bedroom? Oh, go ahead if you want to have a look."
"Thank you."
Luo Fei ignored the other's complaint, said a word, and walked towards the bedroom.
Wang Yong suddenly became nervous because he knew Luo Fei never did anything pointless. If he wanted to see the bedroom, it definitely meant there was something wrong with Yang Dawei.
He immediately got tense, his right hand instinctively reaching for the gun at his waist.
Detectives on a mission always carried guns.
But the situation he feared didn't occur. Yang Dawei remained slouched on the sofa without any sign of sudden aggression, and Luo Fei soon came out of Yang Dawei's bedroom.
"Mr. Yang, thank you for your cooperation today. We'll be leaving now."
Leaving this sentence, Luo Fei gestured to Wang Yong and proceeded towards the door.
Wang Yong was at a loss. He looked baffled at Yang Dawei, who was slouched on the sofa, and then glanced at Luo Fei, not understanding why he hadn't made an arrest.
