Lu Qianqian really kept her word. No matter how busy she was, she would make time and bring chicken legs with her when she visited Lin Mu'an at the police academy on weekends.
Nonetheless, she suddenly giggled when she saw Lin Mu'an in uniform.
"Hold on, what?" Lin Mu'an studied himself, bemused.
"I'm just not used to you looking so serious." Lu Qianqian smiled, holding a hand over her lips. "But truth be told, you look better than you look in a suit."
"But of course." Lin Mu'an replied—he at least had that little bit of pride. "Still, I returned with poor timing… the academy is soon having a break."
"Anyway, got your chicken legs. Training must be hard."
Hard? That was the least of it.
Lin Mu'an rolled up his sleeves then, revealing his heavily bruised arms. "It is hard, but I'm happy. Thank you for the chicken legs—canteen food is really not that awesome."
