C126 It's too Ugly to Cry

"Where are you going?" Gu Pengzhi grabbed his restless hand and scolded, "Is there anything you can't talk about? Do you have to run away from me without making a sound?"

This tone of criticism was like that of a child. This was not the first time Han Yixing had heard this from a man. He had entered the police station two times before. It was the same tone he used. It was very harsh