Qiaoqiao had drunk more than half of the water from the ceramic cup, but it remained scorching hot.
Amo placed the cup on the bedside table, furrowed brows relaxing into a gentle smile as he met her expectant gaze.
His broad palm rested reassuringly on her head, "Don't worry, Gu Xu has already woken up. I just came back from him. For now, I won't tell him. Let Chen Jingzi stay in the brothel raid team's detention room for a few days. She dares not call Gu Xu anyway."
"You're right not to tell him at this time." Qiaoqiao sighed heavily.
Amo added, "He probably doesn't know about it yet."
After speaking, he stood up, walked around the foot of the bed and fetched a notebook from the bedside table on the right side.
When he sat next to Qiaoqiao again, she leaned in curiously, "What are you reading so carefully?"
