"This doesn't look like my house." Bo Jiu titled her head, a brow lifted.
Qin Mo's hands were still stationed on the youngster's furry head, his air chilly. "I'll send you home after the checkup."
"There really isn't anything to check." Bo Jiu decided to be honest. "Alright, it isn't gastric. I wasn't wearing enough clothes when I was arrested to the police station, plus, the interrogation messed with my nerves causing this pain."
Qin Mo glanced over, his tone leisurely. "The interrogator is better than I am?"
"How is that possible?" Bo Jiu laughed lightly, blood returning to her face.
Qin Mo took another look at the youngster. "You aren't even nervous when I interrogate you, how can you be nervous when someone else does it? Can you believe that?"
Bo Jiu: …
This was a trap.
After all, the Almighty was full of tricks.
"Behave and take the check." Qin Mo pinched the youngster's nape, just like how he pinched Princess.
