Su Qiao left decisively, but after stepping out of the bedroom, a thoughtful look flashed through her eyes.
"Don't... hit her?"
Who was he talking about?
Who was she?
Hadn't he said he had no relatives?
Looks like this guy was still hiding something from her.
She knew it wouldn't be that simple. In which world had his background ever been simple?
Inside the bedroom, Du Muhan sat quietly on the bed with his head propped up for a while before getting up and heading to the bathroom, his complexion looking rather poor.
When he came out again, he had already recovered his usual elegance and composure. His pace once more became unhurried and relaxed, as though the person tormented by nightmares not long ago had never been him.
Su Qiao did not ask any more questions. There were some things that could only be put down once he was willing to speak and willing to share them himself.
And right now, the relationship between the two of them probably had not yet reached the point where they could exchange the secrets in their hearts.
She casually served him a bowl of pork rib soup. "I'm off tomorrow. Do you have time?"
Tao Junhui and the others were still investigating the female corpse case, but there had been no significant progress. Su Qiao had already handed her preliminary analysis report to Tao Junhui; whether they used it as a reference was up to them.
However, she guessed that the veteran members of the Major Crimes Unit probably would not take it seriously.
Especially after she had guessed wrong and concluded that the Headless Female Corpse was Ding Peixin, they probably trusted her even less now!
While Su Qiao was at work, she had vaguely overheard people discussing the matter in