Master Wang's Killer Pat on Her Head

Outside the police station.

Gu San was in the driver's seat, and the man he was driving looked rather outstanding, with good-looking, deep-set facial features. The window was open and he had one arm out the window. The beaded bracelet on his wrist was eye-catching, and he resembled a lion at rest—his every move came with a classy and imposing aura.

Much of the ferocity in Ye Wangchuan's eyes dissipated the moment he saw her walk out. His eyes deepened, and a hoarse voice sounded, "You're out already?"

"Mm." Qiao Nian opened the door and placed her bag inside before hopping in. She said, "I met Officer Cai and we spoke a little, so I got delayed."

"Oh." Ye Wangchuan didn't seem shocked at all. Once she got into the car, he wound the window up and ordered Gu San, "Head back to Jiang Li's villa."

"Yes, Master Wang."

The car started slowly.