Qiao Xin's Merit

"No," Qiao Xin said in a daze.

"We've known each other for so long. When have I ever worn stockings?"

"That's good."

Lin Yi picked up a bunch of grapes and sat cross-legged on the sofa, thinking about this as he ate.

"What is going on Brother Lin? After all, I've watched Conan for so many years. My logical thinking is naturally pretty good."

Lin Yi thought about it and felt that it might help to describe this matter to Qiao Xin.

At the very least, he could not figure it out himself.

"Then I'll talk. Listen."

"Brother Lin, wait a moment."

Qiao Xin ran back to her room and quickly jogged out.

A pair of glasses without lenses appeared in her hand before being promptly stuck on the bridge of her nose.

"What are you doing with this?"

"This is one of Conan's peripherals. That's the kind of glasses he wears, but mine are lensless."

Qiao Xin pretended to be deep in thought and said,