Qiao Xiyan answered the phone. It turned out that the police station hadn't found Tang Jingci, so they contacted him and hoped that they could go to the station. The other party wanted to reconcile in private.
"Reconcile?" Qiao Xiyan picked up the electric teapot and boiled some water. He stared at the cold water boiling, but his mood was unusually calm.
"The other party is disabled, and the incident has already attracted widespread attention in society."
"So?"
The police officers were also in a difficult position. Early in the morning, a group of people had gathered in the police station. Most of them were disabled, so they couldn't touch them, and it was difficult to communicate with them. This matter even alarmed reporters.
"The other party hopes to talk to you face to face and settle the matter in private."
