She was allowed to take a ride in her trike.
The two of them were having a good time when they were stopped by two police officers in civilian clothes.
"Whose trike is this?"
The young lady who was driving raised her small hand confidently. "It's mine."
When he saw her appearance, the man who was initially a little angry was instantly amused.
Although his profession didn't allow him to laugh like this, he really couldn't help it. So what if that rapist was telling the truth? After the things he had done, the stain would remain with him for the rest of his life even if he was released from prison.
This kind of scum, everyone had the right to spit on him!
"Yours? Are you serious?"
Tang Xinrou tugged on the handrail, her gaze uneasy.
Actually, she was also very curious about where Yaoyao's trike had come from.
Song Yaoyao nodded. "Yes, mine."
Her spoils of war.
Cough...
