In the toilet, Yan Jiang stood in front of the urinal and hummed an unknown tune.
Before Gu Qinchuan entered the toilet, he heard Yan Jiang's tuneless tune. He frowned and quickened his pace.
Hearing footsteps approaching the men's toilet, Yan Jiang quickly zipped up his pants, waved his hand elegantly, turned around, and walked towards the sink.
At this moment, Gu Qinchuan walked in with a cigarette in his mouth. He first put down the water and walked over to Yan Jiang's side.
Yan Jiang was still washing his hands slowly.
Gu Qinchuan bit his cigarette and glanced sideways at Yan Jiang's well-defined hands. He couldn't imagine how Yan Jiang would look like when he was wearing the forensic robe.
"I heard that you went to America. What did you do?" Gu Qinchuan's tone sounded strange.
"It's none of your business." Yan Jiang still looked arrogant. He washed his hands and placed them in the dryer to dry them for a moment.
