Ye Wangchuan took Qiao Nian's shoulder bag, placed it in the car, and then asked her, "Are you sure you don't want to wait to see what's gonna happen to Nie Qixing?"
Qiao Nian had woken up early in the morning and had bloodshot eyes, with greenish-purple eyebags. At his question, she lowered the brim of her cap and entered the car before replying calmly, "That will take some time. I have nothing to do meanwhile. Just get Guan Yan to keep an eye on it for me."
Qiao Nian wore a white T-shirt today, with the hem stuffed into her jeans, making her look simple and refreshing. It was impossible to tell that she had beaten up Nie Qixing's two subordinates in the alley two days ago.
Ye Wangchuan entered the car and took out his cell phone to make a call. "Then, I'll tell the Old Master at home."
Qiao Nian tilted her head and propped her face as she looked at him with a frown. "Huh? Let's talk after we get back. I haven't decided yet."
