When Qian Yikun got home, he started his work in the kitchen immediately. Even until after he was done, Mo Fei had yet to wake up. Qian Yikun thought that if he woke Mo Fei up now, he would not be able to rest easy for the rest of the night.
Hence, after Qian Yikun finished cooking, he placed the food on the table and sat outside to read some documents while waiting for Mo Fei to wake up.
By the time she woke up, it was already dark outside the windows. Mo Fei got out of bed and went out while twirling her hair. Only the floor lamp was lit in the living room, and Qian Yikun was sitting on the sofa reading a document.
Mo Fei went over and put her knees on the sofa, wrapping her arms around Qian Yikun's neck. "What are you doing?"
In Qian Yikun's hand was Wu Biao's autopsy report. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. "I think there are still some issues with Wu Biao's death. At the very least, we should find the real murderer from his corpse."
