89: C89 Show Your Identity

C89 Show Your Identity

The police officers in the office heard what the ugly little girl said and were amused. They all had exaggerated expressions and said in disbelief, "Little girl, we didn't hear it wrong, did we? You want to talk to our director?"1

"Yes, you didn't mishear"

"Hahaha... What kind of joke is this little girl playing? A mere nobody like you wants to meet our director? Let me tell you, our bureau chief is very busy, how could he have time to see you?" The police officer disdainfully raised a cup of tea and drank as he spoke.

"Nonono, I'm not a nobody!" Su Yuyan expressionlessly looked at the police officer and felt that she had been looked down upon. Her tone immediately became cold and arrogant. She revealed her identity word by word. "I am, but, I am, at home. Young, husband, man! "

"Nan family. Which Nan family?" When the police officers heard the girl's words, they could not help but be shocked.

A name that they often saw in newspapers, television, and magazines appeared in their minds. Their expressions instantly turned serious as they said embarrassingly, "It can't be the legendary Nan family, right?"

"Yes, that's right. My husband is the CEO of the Muchen Group - Nan Jinshen," Su Yuyan said proudly.

As soon as she said that, the entire police interrogation room instantly quieted down.

Everyone was shocked. The president of Muchen Group, the most powerful businessman, and the man at the top of the pyramid in Cloud City? It was actually this ugly man's husband.

How was this possible? This was even more dreamlike than a fantasy. After the group of people recovered from their shock, they immediately cast their doubtful gazes over. It was obvious that they didn't believe it... No one believed that she was the Nan family's Young Madam.

Su Yuyan looked at everyone's dumbfounded eyes and was instantly unconvinced. What was the meaning of this? Could it be that a little girl like her wasn't worthy of Nan Jinshen, that big bad wolf?

They had underestimated her. Su Yuyan was about to take out the marriage certificate to blind these people, but when she reached into her pocket, she realized that the marriage certificate had been kept by that guy.

She sat on the chair domineeringly and arrogantly. Her cold eyes were filled with pride. She picked up the phone on the table and loudly said, " Hello, husband, you took the marriage certificate away. They don't believe that I am your wife. What should I do?"

"Don't worry. I will go and pick you up." Nan Jinshen hung up the phone in a hurry and returned to the box to get his coat. He strode to the parking lot downstairs and drove to the police station quickly.

Moqing and Moleng were stunned. They quickly followed after him. Their young master had always been calm and callous. He was calm and composed, but he had only met Young Madam. All his usual principles had been broken. In order to accompany Young Madam, he even completed the things that originally needed to be completed in a day. He compressed it to one morning and finished it all.

On the other side, Su Yuyan was leisurely staying in the police station. She took a sip of tea with a teacup, hummed a tune, and seriously waited for her husband to come and pick her up.

Suddenly, there was a bang.

The door of the interrogation room was opened and men and women surrounded a golden-haired old lady with a crutch. She barged in aggressively. The old lady's hair was combed meticulously and her body looked tough. Her eyes were sharp, her face was mean, and her whole body exuded a strong aura.

"Is it you, that little b * tch, who hit my grandson?" After the old lady entered, she saw the dead girl sitting there. Her eyes immediately spewed fire as she supported herself with her walking stick and kicked the stool away. She rushed straight towards Su Yuyan and lifted her walking stick with one foot and two legs. He hit heavily on Su Yuyan's body...

F * ck! This old lady is so vicious and fierce! Su Yuyan was shocked. How could she just watch her get hit? She immediately stood up on reflex and caught the walking stick. One grab, one grab. The friction and killing intent splashed everywhere. Sparks flew.

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