With Li Jian's straightforward and upright personality, he couldn't possibly let Bo Yanqing's actions slide, especially not under his own watch.
Right!
She would tell Li Jian!
However, no sooner had Yi Qinghuan turned around than she bumped into Yaen Chi, who was standing under the lights at the entrance of the police station, smoking.
He stood on the steps, squinting his eyes, looking at her with a half-smile.
Yi Qinghuan suddenly felt deflated.
On the other side, Bo Yanqing had returned to Feisheng. He didn't even let Yaen Chi's shoes enter the house, going in barefoot to slip into his slippers, hurriedly packed a few necessary sets of clothes, and when he left, he wore his own shoes, throwing Yaen Chi's shoes that he had brought downstairs into the garbage bin.
Before he drove off, he swiped on his phone for a while, ordering a pair of leather shoes to be delivered to Yaen Chi the next day.
