By the time Li Yifei had finished, the admiration and obsession that had been on Lin Qiong's face had vanished without a trace, and she said casually, "I hadn't realized it, but you're actually quite capable."
Li Yifei chuckled lightly and said, "It's just a trivial matter, but it's about life and death for both of us. If we're not careful and the other side discovers us, we won't even know how we died, so of course, we have to be careful."
Lin Qiong pouted and said, "Scaredy-cat."
Li Yifei didn't openly disagree with Lin Qiong's retort; he now understood that Lin Qiong always had to be contrary to him. Even if he spoke sensibly, Lin Qiong wouldn't admit it at this moment, so he might as well not bother.
After dinner, Li Yifei and Lin Qiong waited in the room for the call to pick up the goods. Lin Qiong paced back and forth in the room, the young policewoman finally starting to show signs of impatience.
