"Hmm?" Zhao Yao's eyes were fixed on the exclamation mark that hung above Elizabeth's head, "That looks just like Inspector Ho's, except it's gold, not silver. Does this mean there's a mission?"
He turned to Elizabeth, eyes glimmering with hope.
"Lizzie, can I help you with anything?" he asked, batting his eyelids.
Elizabeth studied the strangely eager look on his face.
"You're acting weird," she stated.
"Let's not talk about me. I want to focus on you," he brushed her off swiftly, "I can tell that there's something bothering you. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Elizabeth glanced at him hesitantly before speaking.
"Zhao Yao, can you save my parents and my dumb sister?"
"I have a feeling she doesn't like this sister of hers," he thought, chortling to himself.
