Police station.
In Xu Qiaoqiao's cell.
She sat there, eating a scrumptious breakfast.
Across from her sat Xu Mushen, who felt joyful seeing her eat so heartily, his lips curving into a slight smile, his persona less cold than usual.
When Ning Xie walked in, what greeted him was such a blissfully harmonious scene.
He twitched his mouth, "I say, Mushen, this is a police station after all. You guys can't be too outrageous, can't breakfast be a bit more normal?"
Having said that, he pulled over a chair, sat down at the table, and reached for a small steamed bun on the table.
But his fingers were smacked away with a pair of chopsticks.
He instantly drew his hand back, "What's the idea! I haven't had breakfast yet. I got the fingerprint verification report for you guys, and this is Mushen, how you treat me!"
