"If you want to call the police, then do it quickly. We will wait here."
Liu Hong had already walked up to them without anyone noticing.
Li Guihua stared at Liu Hong with hatred.
At this moment, she suddenly noticed Liu Hong was different.
On one hand, perhaps because she was kneeling on the ground, Liu Hong stood there, looking down at her from a high position.
And what was that expression on Liu Hong's face?
Contempt, disdain, disgust, hatred.
Those expressions were once thrown at Liu Hong from their pedestal.
Now Liu Hong threw them all back at them.
Li Guihua, furious, took out her phone.
"If you have the guts, don't leave. Wait here, and I'll call the police right away. I don't believe no one will take action for hitting someone."
Liu Hong smiled, and her smile was unexpectedly beautiful.
Li Guihua felt something was wrong with her head.
How could Liu Hong be associated with beauty?
She quickly called the police.
