An Lan examined the body repeatedly.
She unbuttoned the clothes and inspected without being flustered. Finally, her gaze fell on his shoulder, where there was a tattoo with the word "kill" written on it.
An Lan took off her gloves and washed her fingers meticulously, cleaning each one carefully. After she finished, she looked at the tissue nearby and glanced at Ye Qinghao.
Ye Qinghao: ...
As the youngest grandson of the Ye family, he had always been doted on at home and never had to serve anyone.
In the police force, he relied on his own abilities to become the team leader.
He lived like an emperor, but!!
He had to serve just one person, and that was An Lan.
It was unclear when this rigid routine started, but every time after she finished examining a body, if he was around, he would have to wipe her hands.
Silently complaining, he pulled out two tissues from the box nearby and wrapped them around her hands.
