"That would be best." He Meishu was half convinced and half doubtful.
"I still have things to do, so I'll head back first."
He Taisheng waved his hand and said good-naturedly, "All right. Drive carefully on the way. Take everything slowly, and don't rush."
After He Meishu's car drove away from the auto repair shop, his expression changed in an instant.
Although his mask made it impossible to see his expression clearly, it was obvious from those cold, mechanical-looking eyes, devoid of any emotion, that he was in a very bad mood.
"Li Jingtai..."
Sure enough, it was that guy.
The guy who often went to the park to feed the kittens and puppies.
*
When the people from the Police Station came knocking again, Su Qiao wasn't surprised at all. Jingtai was already extremely impatient, too.
Anyone would have become irritable in this situation.
"Are you people ever going to be done?"
"Please explain how your blood ended up on this knife."
A seemingly very capable middle-aged policewoman held up a transparent plastic bag containing a bloodstained knife. She stared sternly at Li Jingtai.
Li Jingtai glanced at it and said bluntly, "How would I know?"
"We need to check whether you have any wounds on your body," He Meishu, standing beside the senior officer, interjected.
Li Jingtai stared at her with a cold laugh. "How many days has it been since the day of the incident? Even if I had a wound, it would have healed by now."
Li Jingtai had always harbored a surge of anger toward He Meishu.
It had been suppressed deep in his heart ever since he realized that he had mistaken the wrong person, misunderstood Su Qiao, frightened her repeatedly, and even put her life in danger.
If Su Qiao hadn't been calming