It was coincidentally time for dinner. Chi Jiao cooked two bowls of noodles and brought them back to her room to eat with him.
It was a simple dish of egg and tomato noodles.
This was Quan Jue's first time entering a girl's room.
The white room was decorated with dolls, making it dreamy and beautiful. The air was also filled with a faint sweet smell.
It was a perfume that Chi Jiao had personally created. Placing it in the room could eliminate all other odors.
Quan Jue sat cross-legged in front of the small, round coffee table with his eyes lowered. He did not look around.
"I just came back from the police station," Chi Jiao said after taking a bite of noodles.
Quan Jue's grip on his chopsticks tightened as he looked up at her.
Then, Chi Jiao told him a simplified story of what happened today.
Of course, she didn't talk about abusing Jin Yiming.
