"Are you all right?"
Li Jingtai quickly jumped out of the car and hurried over.
Su Qiao raised her leg and kicked him, sending him sprawling. "What are you doing?"
"You...?"
Li Jingtai was so furious he nearly cursed.
He had wrestled with himself for so long, forcibly swallowing his resentment and displeasure before rushing over to save her. He never expected that, instead of receiving her gratitude, he would get beaten up.
He climbed to his feet, covered in cold qi. "I rushed over to save you out of the goodness of my heart, and this is how you treat me?"
"What? Was kicking you wrong?"
"I was just about to tear off his mask and see his face clearly. Then you shone that light over, and you ruined everything."
He was angry, but how could Su Qiao not be angry too?
She had been on the verge of finding out who had killed the original body, but in the end, she had fallen just short. Such a perfect opportunity was gone.
Now that she had alerted the enemy, that murderer definitely would not show up again anytime soon.
She seriously suspected that Li Jingtai had done it on purpose—he had deliberately chosen the most critical moment to interrupt her.
She could hardly be blamed for thinking that. After all, Li Jingtai had always harbored ill will toward her.
Li Jingtai froze.
So he had simply arrived at the wrong time?
The anger in his heart vanished at once.
He walked over and grabbed Su Qiao, looking her up and down. "He's not important. You are. Were you hurt?"
"Who says he's not important?"
Su Qiao's expression was still unpleasant.
If she had not wanted to catch that man, and if she had not wanted to retaliate after catching