Amelia sat on the sofa and gulped down a glass of fruit juice. She even let out a soft sigh. "Ah~"
Giala poured Amelia another glass. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Mia, why are you and your father here in the middle of the night…" From the million-dollar car she had hit during the day, the father and daughter should be financially well off. It was impossible for them to live here.
Amelia held the juice and was thinking about how to lie. No, Dad said this wasn't a lie, it was a white lie, but… how to tell a white lie?
At this moment, Alex said indifferently, "My job is half a criminal police officer. I've been investigating a case recently. Coincidentally, there are clues here, so I came over."
Gyala wasn't convinced. 'What do you mean, half a criminal police officer? Can a criminal police officer have half a criminal police officer? Besides, what criminal police officer takes his daughter with him when he's working?'
