Chapter 1994: I Refuse

The last two words fell especially heavily.

She was already on the brink of losing her patience.

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled, “Miss Song, you’re so organized and articulate, impressive. Is it that once you enter the police station, you automatically get some sort of buff? You neither stutter nor stumble, much better than you in the live stream where you couldn’t get a word out.”

“Pffft—” Chu Yao couldn’t hold back, she laughed out loud, quickly covering her mouth, not wishing to ruin the moment of hitting someone’s nail.

Song Yuan’s head was about to explode, gripping the arms of the wheelchair tightly, her slender bones standing out, seemingly wrapped in thin skin and flesh. The celebrity managed her figure to a pathological level of rigor; she wasn’t just thin, but her hands were mere skin and bones, making her face appear too sharp and angular.

Like a knife.

Ready to turn back on herself before hurting someone else.

“Alright then…” Song Yuan forcibly held back her anger before erupting, although trying to smile, it was somewhat through gritted teeth, “If you were willing to give me some time, there wouldn’t have been a need to come here. The misunderstanding is all cleared up, so let’s go back; let’s not occupy police resources, they’re all very busy.”

She didn’t give Nan Jiaojiao a chance to speak and turned her wheelchair toward the police officer, “Sorry, my friend and I have caused trouble for everyone, but that’s how it is; we can handle it privately, no need to bother you all.”

The officer wasn’t confused, despite Song Yuan intentionally speaking in circles, he picked out the key points, and didn’t solely listen to Song Yuan’s side of the story but respectfully asked Nan Jiaojiao, “What about you, do you have anything to add, do you still want to file a report or accept Miss Song’s private mediation?”

Nan Jiaojiao sneered coldly, “I don’t accept.”

“Jiaojiao!”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t look at Song Yuan, just extended a hand, making a gesture to cover and block, “Alright, you’ve said enough, it’s my turn.”

She took out her phone, “Coincidentally, I also have a piece of surveillance footage. It’s of the entire accident on the cross-sea bridge.”

“Oh really, let me see.”

The officer extended his hand, and as Nan Jiaojiao was about to hand it over, she glimpsed a figure rushing toward them, instinctively stepping aside.

Song Yuan lunged but missed, her body leaning forward, her skeletal frame seeming to be pulled by that force, ready to topple headfirst out of the wheelchair.

Chu Yao grabbed her by the collar, exerting some force to pull her back.

Her back hit the wheelchair, her neck tightened, Song Yuan’s face turned alarmingly red, she glared at Nan Jiaojiao’s hand fiercely, “Where did you get the surveillance, could it be forged?”

“Coincidentally, I also have a friend, capable of helping me obtain footage. My friend is better than yours, gave me the full version, why are you so eager to snatch it? Since I took it out, I’m going to show it to everyone.”

“You’re not…” Song Yuan instinctively wanted to command her not to release it, but timely shut her mouth, clenching her breath, her smile vanished, “Jiaojiao, stop messing around, do you really think bringing out a mish-mash of footage will make the police believe it? I’m only considering your interest, fearful that your impulsive actions could lead to irretrievable regret.”

“Hmm, I know, Miss Song is looking out for me, but unfortunately, I’m not grateful,” Nan Jiaojiao replied rebelliously, “You want to snatch it, could it be you’ve seen it in advance, and the full footage can’t be revealed?”