Comrade Xiao Qian's Strategy

Just as she picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, An You paused again. "Anyway, what on earth happened? Why am I here?"

An Yang asked in return, "What do you remember?"

"I remember... I remember that Tang Qiang—well, you don't know him anyway, he's just Tang Xinduo's old man—then he dragged me into a car by force with a few people... Um, I don't know what happened, I passed out, and then..."

"Tsk tsk, your communication skills are perfect!"

"Pervert, I'm talking to you about something serious!"

"Fine." An Yang fell silent for a moment. "Your car got into an accident on the road, so you passed out. When the police found you, an hour had already passed. Fortunately you weren't injured, and then they called my phone."

Xiao Qian tidied her hair on her own, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

An You, however, frowned. "Why was it your phone?"

"Probably because I called you a couple of days ago... Don't you think fussing over these things is pointless?"

An You fell silent.

She clearly remembered that passing out was a slow process similar to feeling sleepy, nothing like suffering the impact of an accident!

"What about Tang Qiang and those people?"

"They got locked up, what else? Kidnapping is no small matter in our country's laws!"

"Their family seems quite powerful, though."

"So many people filmed the scene of the incident, and the media rushed over too, so there's nothing they can do no matter how powerful they are. Besides, in this day and age, all criminal forces are paper tigers. Ordinary people think they're fierce by nature, but really, they're just like that."

"Is that so..."

"Yeah."

An You lowered her head to shovel a mouthful of rice, chewing with moving lips, her