After a pause, he explained, "It's right at the foot of the mountain below the sanatorium."
Su Qiao hadn't expected him to move so quickly, and her mood lifted even more. "Then we'll go take a look together when I get back. If it's suitable, we'll settle it and start work."
"Mm."
Su Qiao still had some things to deal with on her end. "I'll hang up first. Don't work too late either. Get some proper rest. If you sleep on the sofa in the autopsy room tonight, remember to cover yourself with a thicker blanket. It's cold in there."
"Mm." Du Muhan nodded but didn't hang up the video. Instead, he looked at her teasingly. "You really look like someone right now."
Su Qiao froze for a moment. "Who?" Could there really be someone in this world who looked like her? Or perhaps one of her original family members?
The corners of Du Muhan's lips lifted. "My wife."
Startled, Su Qiao felt like climbing through the video to strangle him.
Did he know how much she had thought of in that brief moment?
"Let's get married!" Looking at her slightly indignant face on the screen, Du Muhan suddenly blurted it out.
After saying it, even he was stunned.
He had never intended to get married in this lifetime.
To him, marriage was a childhood nightmare. He had rejected the idea of getting married from the bottom of his heart.
"We'll talk about it after I get back. I'm hanging up—I still need to investigate Ding Peixin's whereabouts." Su Qiao hadn't noticed his expression. Marriage was no longer unfamiliar to her.
Du Muhan was somewhat distracted. "All right. Be careful out there by yourself. Tao Junhui and the others have the case covered."
"Got it."
It wasn't until the phone