The woman who came to open the door was wearing a branded dress. Her hair was neatly arranged, and she smelled of Chanel, looking precisely what people called "being wealthy". She appeared to be in around 40s, looking like what every wealthy lady should look like.
"What do you want?" The woman's pupils widened the moment she saw them, and her well-trimmed eyebrows were raised.
Few people would be able to grasp the happenings within a second. But Qianmo, who had become a well-trained person after those years in prison, noticed the subtle change. When one person was in an extreme environment, he tended to do whatever it took for him to survive.
"We are the police from Yingchun Street, and we are doing an investigation. Can we come in?"
That woman invited them in coldly, and as Qianmo passed by her, she could feel her nervousness as well as her taut muscles.
