Just as Huo Chen finished speaking, Quan Jue put his arm around her shoulders.
Quan Jue seemed to be declaring his sovereignty as he said with a faint smile, "Thank you, Officer Huo. Jiaojiao and I live together. We can go back together. There's no need to trouble you."
With that, Quan Jue left with Chi Jiao.
The taxi was still waiting there. Still holding Chi Jiao by her shoulders, they boarded the car and told the driver their home address.
Chi Jiao leaned her head on Quan Jue's shoulder, looking a little dejected.
"Don't think about it. It's not our fault." Quan Jue saw through her thoughts and knew why she was gloomy.
Actually, what happened today was not inevitable. Zhou Yang could have been saved. Chi Jiao felt very regretful about this.
Zhou Xiaoyong and the rest had committed an irreversible mistake. They should pay the price. However, their crimes did not warrant death, much less such a tragic death.
