"Actually, even if you go home now, Lin Li, you won't get much sleep."
"Your Uncle Yang is right, why don't you head back first, leave this to us, and keep the camera here. I'll return it to you another day."
"We'll make sure to catch the thief here cleanly, and we'll note down your contribution."
"Uncle, stop persuading me," Lin Li shook his head, "I definitely want to participate in the crime-fighting action, if you keep this up, I won't invite you out next time."
There's going to be a next time...
The hearts of the two skipped a beat, but they exchanged a look and sighed.
There were waves in their hearts, but not strong ones.
For some reason, they accepted it particularly quickly this time; maybe Old Yang (Yan) and I have already become Lin Li's shape.
Yan Aosong sighed helplessly and clicked his tongue in frustration:
"Sigh, Lin Li, I thought you listened before.
