Decked out in his police uniform, Qian Jin today truly reached new heights of handsomeness, looking remarkably smart and extraordinary—a far cry from the disheveled appearances in their previous encounters.
Su Li was quite taken aback by the sight of Qian Jin, even her voice carried a hint of surprise, "Qian Jin?"
Qian Jin ran over, laughing, "I thought it looked like you. What brings you here? Sick?"
"Just a slight fever." Su Li returned the question with due politeness, "And you? What brings you here? Why so formal today?"
"That's quite the thing for you to say. When have I ever been informal?" Qian Jin shrugged his shoulders and laughed; the smile indeed had a whiff of his usual roguish charm, "I'm here on a case, and you..."
