It means she's going too.
Red light.
Inspector Chen stopped the car and looked into the rearview mirror, "Miss Bai, Ming..."
"Xiaoming?" Bai Lian casually lifted her eyes and sincerely asked Inspector Chen, "Do you think I need Xiaoming's protection?"
Inspector Chen silently pressed on the gas pedal.
And took Bai Lian to the bar on Backter Street.
Nearing eight o'clock.
The bar lights were dim, spotlights indiscriminately swept across, and the smell of smoke and alcohol mixed with the cold air hit you in the face as you entered. There were several stages in the center of the hall, with men and women mingled together, dancing.
Inspector Chen was familiar with this scene, but because it was a bar on Backter Street, he was tense.
"Miss Bai, please stay close..."
Turning around, Bai Lian was lazily stuffing earphones in her ears and learning new words, looking much more relaxed than him.
Inspector Chen: "..."
Miss Bai is truly otherworldly.