Standing in front of the Zhuo residence's gate, Jia stared at their dreamy mansion in a daze.
There are luxurious villas everywhere I go. One here and the other…
Jia looked back at Mingshen with her brows furrowed. "Did you really have to accompany me here? This isn't going to be a forensic investigation."
Mingshen glanced at her. "I was bored anyway."
Her brow twitched.
You will come along just because you are bored? Are doctors that free?
She paused and looked at him again, feeling a sense of oddity from his behavior.
Why does he look gloomy…? Or is it my imagination?
One of the guards at the main gate approached her and asked, "Yes, Mam?"
She cleared her throat. "I am Song Jia. I work in the Beijing Police Bureau. This is Zhuo Syaoran's residence, right?"
The guard slightly looked uncomfortable at that question.
"Um…"
