Qiao Jing responded with a faint "Mm," watching the silhouette at the door leave.
A trace of confusion crossed the depths of her eyes. Why was Zhan Qipei so amenable today?
But it was better that he had gone, or else she would have felt uneasy showering with someone standing guard outside.
The next morning.
Qiao Jing didn't head to the research institute as usual but went straight to the police station instead.
Zhan Qipei's brow, dense as mountain mists, furrowed deeply, his dark eyes filled with worry.
"I'll go with you."
He truly didn't trust Qiao Jing to handle these matters alone, even though he knew his wife was capable of handling them herself.
However, Qiao Jing was injured now, and if she went to deal with various affairs at the police station, he worried it would be too much for her.
Qiao Jing slightly furrowed her eyebrows and glanced sideways at the man.
"No need, I can handle it myself. Don't you trust me?"
