When his hands were cuffed, Luo Yaowen's smile froze on his face.
He stared blankly at the cold handcuffs, then looked at Wen Ru, his mind momentarily stopped working.
After a while, he said: "Political Commissioner Wen, what are you doing?"
Wen Ru didn't answer, and stepped toward the City Bureau.
The detective shoved him: "Move."
Luo Yaowen seemed to understand something.
It was the gold shop theft case!
"Political Commissioner Wen!"
He shouted and stepped forward to catch up, but before his raised foot could land, the detective grabbed his shoulder.
He struggled hard, stretched his neck, and yelled: "Wen Ru, do you know what you're doing?"
Wen Ru stopped and turned: "Luo Yaowen, you're suspected of organizing the theft of a gold shop. You're being arrested according to law. If you have any questions, save them for the interrogation room."
