Madam, Why Is Your Face Red?

An hour later, Qinhuai District, Police General Bureau.

"Madam, we've arrived at the police station..."

The bodyguard parked the car and turned to call out toward the soundproof partition.

Although Yang Jingshu raising the soundproof partition had struck her as rather strange,

she had deliberately turned off the music during the drive and had not heard any unusual sounds from the back seat.

Thus, the bodyguard naturally assumed there was nothing improper going on between the two of them and felt completely at ease.

"Cough, cough..."

"I know... I'm getting out now..."

Only after she opened the rear door did Yang Jingshu and Jiang Che get out one after the other.

Jiang Che looked as composed as ever, smiling faintly. He seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood and even smiled and nodded at the female bodyguard.

By comparison, Yang Jingshu looked a little strange.

A faint blush spread across her exquisite, alluring face, and tiny beads of sweat could vaguely be seen on her forehead.

"Madam, have you caught a cold?"

"Should I take you to the hospital right now?"

Seeing Yang Jingshu like this, the bodyguard felt deeply puzzled and asked tentatively.

She clearly remembered turning on the air conditioning. How could Madam still be this overheated?

"It's fine. Just wait here."

"Young Master Jiang and I will go get Little Mo out now..."

After giving her instructions, Yang Jingshu headed straight for the administrative hall.

After they had walked some distance away, Yang Jingshu reached out with her slender hand and pinched Jiang Che's waist, her tone full of resentment.

"You... aren't you really afraid they'll find out?"

"Wouldn't it be better if they did? Then I could be openly and properly together with Aunt Yang."

Jiang Che chuckled, completely unconcerned.

"What exactly do you like