168: How dare you touch my son?

Ye Lin also didn't know what was wrong; he felt that recently his Lord Mas Third Eye skill seemed to have leveled up. Not only could he see through disguises, but he could also clearly see the subtle expressions of people.

However, Meng Qiu quickly adjusted her emotions and continued in a calm tone, saying, "I don't know. She seemed to leave suddenly. Everyone doesn't know where she went."

"Before she left, did she say anything or encounter anything special?"

"No."

"Police Officer, our Meng Meng doesn't know anything. It's useless for you to keep asking, so can we please not waste everyone's time?" Ye Fei interrupted Ye Lin's questioning.

In her opinion, Ye Lin was just asking random, nonsensical questions.

Or perhaps this Police Officer was just here to look at pretty girls, and questioning was just an afterthought, so she really didn't want to talk to this perverted Police Officer anymore.

"That's right, Police Officer, we still have to go eat later. You Police Officers can't delay us from eating, can you? Food is the paramount concern of the people." Pan Guoming chimed in.

"Police Officer, I'm sorry, but I really can't help you." Meng Qiu also began to politely ask them to leave.

Ye Lin was a little annoyed. A young girl, and he couldn't handle her? There would always be something he could use against her.

Seeing Ye Lin's face darken, Pan Guoming's heart skipped a beat. This guy wouldn't try to get physical again, would he? He was still hurting from earlier.

"My dad knows your director. If you don't leave, I'll call my dad." Pan Guoming pulled out his phone, pretending to dial.

Ye Lin glanced at him disdainfully, slammed his police ID on the table, and said indifferently, "Here, look carefully at my name, and remember to tell your dad when you go back. Also, I advise you, don't be a child who brings trouble to his father."

His powerful aura made Pan Guoming dare not move.

Ye Lin snorted, said nothing, picked up his ID, and left.

Watching Ye Lin's back disappear at the door, Pan Guoming finally took a deep breath. This young Police Officer's aura was truly frightening.

However, he immediately noticed that there were two beautiful women in front of him, so he couldn't show weakness.

So he casually ran his hand through his hair and said, "Just a young Police Officer. I just mentioned my dad, and he was scared witless."

"Young Master Pan, you're still the best." Ye Fei said coquettishly, giving Pan Guoming a flirtatious look.

Ye Fei's charming demeanor made Young Master Pan's appetite stir, and he directly invited Ye Fei to dinner.

Ye Fei originally wanted to ask Meng Qiu to go with them, but Meng Qiu very tactfully returned to school. Such matters between wealthy young masters were not something she could participate in.

She also didn't want to get into trouble, and besides, her intuition told her that Ye Lin would not let this go.

Ye Lin indeed hadn't let Meng Qiu off. He now needed to find out what leverage he could use against Meng Qiu to make her tell the truth.

Relying on emotional appeals probably wouldn't work with her anymore.

While Ye Lin was worrying about how to get a handle on Meng Qiu, Young Master Pan had already returned home beaming. He had a good chat with the beautiful Miss Ye today, and originally wanted to take things further, but Miss Ye was not very convenient today, which made Young Master Pan secretly curse, 'Not convenient and still comes out to freeload.'

As soon as he entered the house, his father, Pan Dahai, also returned. He had a reception task tonight and had only just returned.

Pan Dahai had drunk a lot of wine that night, and his head was spinning. As soon as he came back and saw his son Pan Guoming's appearance, he knew he must have gone out to fool around again.

"It's eleven o'clock. I've told you not to always go out and mess around. You just don't listen when it comes to doing something proper." Pan Dahai admonished him.

This reprimand made Pan Guoming stand up obediently. He had been afraid of his father since he was a child. Although he wouldn't hit him anymore when he grew up, he would still habitually be afraid, a so-called bloodline suppression.

Seeing Pan Guoming stand up, Pan Dahai's mood improved slightly, as if he saw his child's obedient look when he was young again.

He sat down, rubbing his head. Pan Guoming obediently made a cup of tea to sober up his old man.

Pan Dahai took a sip. The tea fragrance, along with the hot water, was refreshing. He let out a comfortable sigh.

"You, don't spend all day chasing after girls at Communication University. Young people should have their own ideas and do things. What achievements can you make by being with girls all day?"

"Look at other people's children. Some go to study abroad, but you're unwilling when I ask you to."

"When I ask you to do business, you say you don't know how."

"Tell me, what should I let you do in the future? Your old man here is doing well these two years, but how many years can I keep doing it?"

"You don't know, it's hard to be a leader now. The big leaders really do whatever they want." Pan Dahai recalled the scene when Secretary Kang came yesterday; it was truly terrifying.

He suddenly came over, and thankfully it wasn't to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, otherwise he really wouldn't know what his subordinates would be doing.

Thinking of that young Police Officer, he still remembered his appearance and name. Although a gag order was issued, he didn't expect to ask anything of him, but at least he shouldn't offend him.

Pan Guoming originally thought his old man would just say a few words and then go to bed, but he didn't expect his father to be talkative today after drinking. It seemed that if he didn't chat with him for a while, the old man wouldn't let him off.

"Dad, I wasn't just chasing girls today; I also helped a junior. You don't know how terrible the grassroots Police Officers are now. They act like hooligans, yet come to question with a righteous face." Pan Guoming brought up the afternoon's events, intending to use it as a topic of conversation with the old man to get him to go inside sooner.

"Police Officers have their own methods of working. Don't be like those people in society who think Police Officers should have a good attitude and be handsome." Pan Dahai said casually.

Many people are now influenced by idol dramas, always thinking that Police Officers are handsome, polite, and particularly good at fighting, but that's acting. In reality, where are there so many handsome guys who speak nicely?

In fact, most Police Officers are very stressed, and their attitude towards suspects is just so-so. There's no way around it; they're already very annoyed, and this guy still won't confess. How can they have a good attitude?

Hearing his old man lecturing him again, Pan Guoming argued a bit, "No, Dad, this guy was initially squatting at the entrance of Communication University, looking at pretty girls, and I jumped out to stop him. Later, he even laid hands on me in the coffee shop."

Pan Dahai closed his eyes and frowned. Although he somewhat blamed his son for being a bit troublesome, the fact that this Police Officer dared to lay hands on his son made him a little angry.

His son might be useless, but it wasn't a young Police Officer's place to lecture him.

"What was this Police Officer doing? Was it related to you?" Pan Dahai asked in a faint tone.