Ni Yang said, "Mr. Xiaozhou, there is no need to be so polite. It was just a prescription, which is what someone in my profession ought to do."
Her tone was calm. There wasn't any trace of self-satisfaction in her eyes, as if she didn't see this as something to be proud of.
As a detective, Xiaozhou had encountered all sorts of people, but he had never met anyone as modest as Ni Yang.
What's more, she was only seventeen years old.
As Xiaozhou looked at Ni Yang, a phrase suddenly came to his mind.
Quiet as a chrysanthemum.
His admiration for her deepened even further.
He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of family could raise such an excellent daughter?
After leaving the detective agency, Ni Yang headed back to the noodle shop.
Business was still bustling in the afternoon, but Ni Yang didn't extend the shop's opening hours. She kept to her regular closing time and the patrons also respected her routine. They would stop getting in line by 6:30 PM.
