Zhang Xiao'ou stared straight into Xiao Qiang's eyes and said frankly, "This should put you at ease. I have some questions for you, but I've been in such a bad mood these past few days that I haven't had any interest. So, you have to stick with me, this way you won't be able to run off."
Xiao Qiang was speechless.
However, he could feel that Zhang Xiao'ou was doing this just to numb herself, using work to force herself to forget.
Looking at the stubborn face of Zhang Xiao'ou, Xiao Qiang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.
Seeing the silent Xiao Qiang, Zhang Xiao'ou continued, "I'll face my boyfriend for the last time alone. You just hang around nearby. Don't even think about running away. I'm a journalist, and my network is wide. I'll surely find you…"
Without giving Xiao Qiang another look, she turned and walked into the mourning hall.
