"Changing perfumes is perfectly normal! As a woman, it's normal to use seven or eight different perfumes." Guchuan wanted to pat Little Ai's head, but she dodged away from him in disgust.
She thought Guchuan was dirty.
"If you don't believe me, go check the Metropolitan Police Department. Yumi Miyamoto might still be writing my statement." Guchuan spoke with considerable confidence.
He, Guchuan, was upright and honorable. He had nothing to fear from an investigation.
"Who knows whether you came into contact with some messy women before going to the Police Station?" Little Ai folded her arms and stared at Guchuan.
Guchuan impatiently rubbed Little Ai's head hard with his hand, making her sway from side to side. Unhappily, she grabbed his arm with both hands, her expression stubborn and angry.
"You don't trust me. I'm angry," Guchuan said aggrievedly.
Seeing Guchuan acting wronged, Little Ai was so angry she laughed.
"Why don't you look at whether you're even worth trusting?"
"You first said you were a good person, and that the Metropolitan Police Department had even given you an award certificate? But what were the facts? You stole someone else's car, then shamelessly threatened the police into giving you an award certificate."
Little Ai counted on her fingers as she listed all the bad things Guchuan had done.
"You also promised me that you would never associate with that muddleheaded detective, and that you wouldn't do bad things anymore. But what did you do?"
"Didn't I tell you to come home early at night? But you treated my words like they were nothing, even sneaking out while I was asleep. And this time, you went too far—you came back with a woman's perfume on you."
Guchuan was left stunned by her words.
After talking for so long, this was