He recalled the question Nian Enxi asked him, "Do you like Qiao Xiaoyan?"
Does he like her?
In his heart, there had always been Song Chenxi. With Song Chenxi's death, his heart and soul died too.
Undeniably, Qiao Xiaoyan was becoming special to him.
Early morning, police station.
Song Xuyao's temper had recently become particularly irritable, and everyone in his department had been scolded by him several times.
So someone complained to Qiao Xiaoyan, "Miss Qiao, what is going on? Song sir has always been considerate of his subordinates!"
"I don't know either!" Qiao Xiaoyan hadn't seen him for several days.
On her way home, she was originally going to her sister's place for a while, but she saw a very familiar figure hiding in a corner making a phone call: "I think he won't last long before he dies, and then no one will stand in our way..."
This voice also sounded very familiar to Qiao Xiaoyan.
Her heart skipped a beat, and then she quietly backed away.
