"But it should be soon. I'll be able to determine who's helping her very soon. Then I can follow the clues and track down the person behind it."
"Are you really going to draw a picture for that guy?" Du Muhan was still dwelling on the matter.
He realized that he seemed to be getting more and more petty, and that he was becoming increasingly concerned about her.
Things he hadn't considered important before immediately put him on alert as soon as they became connected to her.
Su Qiao was helpless. If she didn't explain things clearly, he would probably remember this for a very long time.
"I'm going to make a little pocket money for the children. It just so happens that some sucker came along, willing to make a contribution."
"But I don't even have a picture from you." Du Muhan still felt rather uncomfortable.
Not only did he not have a picture of hers, he hadn't even known that she could draw.
What did that mean? It meant that he still didn't understand her nearly well enough.
"Once the case is closed, I'll have time to draw one for you. I'm going to the old district of West City now. Hurry home and get some sleep. Your eyes are full of red veins, and the skin beneath them is bruised. You look awful."
Su Qiao straightened her suit, picked up her briefcase, and prepared to leave.
"Mm." Du Muhan decided that he would get Sun Zhihao's picture when the time came. He absolutely wouldn't let her drawing fall into the hands of someone like Sun Zhihao.
Don't think I don't know that bastard has his eyes on Su Qiao.
"You're going alone?"
She was so beautiful. What if she ran into some street thugs?
Du Muhan was