856 Complex Thoughts (1/2)

Bo Jiu lifted her lids, a mischievous look was on her face. ”I'm shy.”

How exactly did she look shy? Qin Mo lifted a brow, pulling her from the little boy's side. His stance was clear, he wasn't messing around.

The fact that she was still here in his hands was most important.

Unexpectedly, there were times he felt afraid.

He was afraid that it was too late — he was afraid that he would never be able to see her again.

It truly was infuriating.

Qin Mo tilted his head to look at her.

Bo Jiu sighed internally at his glare. He was angry after all.

She knew coaxing him wasn't going to be easy; just like when they had been younger as he had always been so haughty.

But shouldn't he be happy with the evidence she gave the crime squad?

Aish.

His thoughts were so complex.

Having a mental war with him, you would need more brain cells than normal.

Just as she was about to sigh, he tossed a lollipop over: a familiar brand in her favorite flavour with an added mix of his unique tobacco blend.

With a smile on her face, she removed the wrapper and stuffed it into her mouth, looking adorable paired with her black headband.

Qin Mo didn't continue, tightening his hand over her left hand.

The staff and little boy eyed each other, turning behind for more gossip.

But the two other crime squad members were equally confused about the situation.

More importantly, that young expert didn't head straight for the basement towards the car.