Chapter 8

　　\"I don’t know!\" He panicked.

　　The traffic police raised his voice, \"Isn’t she calling you her husband?\"

　　Jensen twitched his forehead, holding back his anger, \"She is drunk!\"

　　\"If she is drunk, then you will take advantage of her? I say, I’ve seen people like you a lot. Those who have traveled abroad, took illegal drugs and come back thinking of doing things against the law, driving without a license and abducting women. Please explain to the police in the bureau!\"

　　As soon as Jillian received the call, Joanna was already lying on the chair in the police station, screaming then sleeping, her whole body was full of the unpleasant smell of alcohol.

　　A female police officer asked, \"Miss Pang, do you know this lady.\"

　　Jillian nodded, \"She’s my friend, did she commit a crime?\"

　　The police officer said while writing, \"That\'s not true. Your friend drank too much. If it wasn\'t for our traffic policeman on duty, she almost had an accident. This is her mobile phone. We used this to contact you.\"

　　Jillian took it and put it in her bag. She bent down and patted Joanna\'s cheek, the latter frowned and slapped her hand away, she then changed her position and continued to sleep.

　　\"You didn\'t call her husband\'s phone?\"

　　\"It was a blank, no one was answering it.\"

　　The police officer put the notebook in front of her, \"Miss Pang, please sign here.\"

　　Jillian\'s face became heavy as she signed. She thanked the policewoman, went to the sofa and pulled Joanna up, \"Joanna, can you go?\"

　　Joanna flattened her mouth and opened her eyes, \"Did Richie come to pick me up?\"

　　\"Pick you up, as if!\" Jillian hatred spilled out like poison, \"He’s now lying on another woman\'s bed, happy and pleased! While you were out there half-dead in the snow putting on a show!\"

　　Joanna regained some sense just now and her face collapsed when she heard what she said. She lowered her head and said nothing more.

　　When Jillian saw her like this, she couldn\'t scold her anymore. She sighed helplessly and went away. As she walked out, there was someone behind her. It happened that a policeman broke in at this moment and said in a panic, \"Shit, you were in Xinghai just now, right? Where was the guy from the road block?\"

　　\"He’s at the interrogation room. The man\'s mouth is too hard to crack and he refuses to tell the truth. Is Cedric and the others on it?\"

　　\"Tell them do nothing! Take me there quickly, something is going to happen...\"

　　Jillian helped Joanna to sit on the bench in the courtyard, and whispered, \"I\'ll bring the car over, sit here and don\'t move.\"

　　Joanna rubbed her temples and nodded.

　　The snow stopped coming down, but the wind was still blowing, and it was a bit colder than it was just now. Joanna hugged her shoulders and yawned, feeling a little sluggish.

　　\"Meow…\"

　　A faint cry came from under her feet. It startled Joanna. When she lowered her head, she saw a yellow and white cat shivering at her feet.

　　Her heart moved as she bent over and picked up the little thing and put it on her lap.

　　The little thing is a purebred Persian tabby, though it looked more like the cartoon cat Garfield. Its face is as big as a pan, her body is white except for its ears and tail, his appearance is very pleasing, and his hair is neatly combed, with only some dirty slush on its feet.

　　Joanna grabbed the cat’s pad and looked at it. There was no injury but the little thing should have been freezing. She hesitated, unzipped the zipper on her chest, and the little guy immediately got in and laid on her chest.

　　The critter felt warm, and Joanna couldn\'t help but curl her lips.

　　...

　　When Jensen came out of the police station, his face was tense. A middle-aged man trot behind him, panting and exclaiming, \"Mr. Li, Mr. Li, listen to me—\"

　　Eugene pulled open the car door, stretched out his hand to block the man, smiled slightly, and slowly said, \"Sean Shang, I still think about how to find my second brother\'s cat when you have the time. This is more effective than any explanation. Otherwise, this man is the same if you do it for yourself.

　　Ruixing Group.

　　He slept very late last night. Richie was not in good condition today. He always had difficulty concentrating at work. And his irritably had him throwing the file aside, taking up the phone and finding out the number saved yesterday, with his finger on the top, he was hesitating on whether to call it.

　　\"Ding—\"

　　Before he could even dial out the numbers, the phone rang first, and he glanced at it. It was the phone call from home.

　　\"Richie, did you go home yesterday?\" said the other line.

　　As soon as May Liu’s voice came up, she asked such a sentence. Richie frowned and asked lightly, \"What\'s the matter?\"

　　\"It wasn’t Joanna who called. Just now, her dad called-by saying that she didn\'t go to the office this morning, her cell phone couldn\'t get through, and she couldn\'t be find by anyone. Yesterday afternoon, she came to the house to play chess with your dad in the afternoon. I saw her waiting for you. Did you two have a quarrel?\"

　　Richie\'s movements were stagnant and the corners of his lips were tightened, his eyes sinking.