"Qin Zimo, thank you."
After leaving the police station with Qin Yihan, as soon as she got into the car, Su Xiaoli pursed her lips and spoke softly.
Qin Yihan leaned back elegantly in the rear seat, his gaze sweeping over her lightly, "Is just one 'thank you' enough?"
Su Xiaoli bit her lip, Qin Zimo had done her such a big favor, and of course, just one thank you wasn't enough.
But...
She bit her lip, thinking for a moment, "How about... I go to your house again and make you some chicken soup?"
If she remembered correctly, Qin Zimo still liked the chicken soup she made.
The few times she had made it for him, he had finished every last drop.
Qin Yihan chuckled lightly, raising his hand to gently lift her chin, "In the past, I might have needed you to come to my house and make me chicken soup..."
"But now, I don't."
He could clearly have her make soup in his own villa, using the identity of Qin Yihan.
The man's frivolous movement set off alarm bells in Su Xiaoli's heart.
