With a hidden agenda in mind, Mo Fei especially went to deliver food to Qian Yikun in the afternoon.
Qian Yikun's hair stood on ends the moment he saw Mo Fei entering the police station. He would rather this woman not come. When she did, it probably meant bad news.
"Hey, don't be so nervous. I'm really just here to deliver food to you." Mo Fei smiled like a little vixen and opened the lunch box with a sincere expression on her face.
Qian Yikun leaned back in his chair and looked at the woman opposite him with a frown. "I'm telling you, you've straightened out all the tricks stored in that stomach of yours."
Mo Fei rolled her eyes and sat on Qian Yikun's lap. "I promise I won't break any laws."
Qian Yikun leaned back again and instinctively reached out to restrain her waist. This woman had indeed come prepared.
