When the person in charge of the platform hurriedly took a taxi to the police station, Brian was still wearing a short skirt. In order to avoid exposure, she sat properly with her hands on her knees, like a tender and elegant orchid. She was talking to two police ladies inside. The ladies surrounded him with strange expressions. Every time they asked a question, they would look up at him to confirm that there was nothing wrong with their eyes.
The person in charge explained his identity and walked in.
"Xiangyang?" He said, confirming Brian's current condition, and hesitantly patted him on the shoulder. This was the first time he saw him in women's clothing, and he was a little hesitant to confirm whether he was his male anchor. "Are you... okay?"
When Brian saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled.
"Why is Brother Zhuo here?"
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