Xiao Qian returned home, and Jia Xiufang was still waiting for her. Chen Zilong, the playboy, had already gone to bed earlier; his carefree snoring could be heard even through the door.
"Qian'er, how did it go?" asked Jia Xiufang.
"I came back to get something, and I have to go out again."
"Is it safe? I'll go with you!"
"It's fine; the Messenger of Justice is with me." She was still wearing Yu Minglang's clothes.
"Do you know the man who put out the fire? Your daughter is wearing a man's clothes; it's a bit strange."
"You've forgotten? He saved us before."
"Ah, it's him. No wonder he looked so familiar."
Xiao Qian took the box containing the negatives and photos and went out again.
"Qian'er, do you really not need me to go with you?"
"It's fine, he was sent by the authorities, nothing will happen," Xiao Qian lied casually, successfully deceiving Jia Xiufang.
Once in the car again, she watched him expertly start the vehicle.
"Are all the negatives in here?"
