A Talk with the Young Lady

At 9.15 pm, there weren't many people outside due to the rain.

At the entrance of the police station, Qin Mo held a black umbrella over Bo Jiu's head. His face was elegant and gentle amidst the raindrops and smoke.

There was a car waiting in the rain. It was a black jeep with a red car plate used by the military, which amplified its toughness.

"Young Master." The Qin family's driver had always been thoughtful, bringing another umbrella out for them. However, the moment he caught sight of the cuffs, which connected their hands, he was struck speechless.

Qin Mo remained nonchalant. He raised his arm to wipe the raindrops off the youngster's face. "Let's go."

Bo Jiu was still in deep thought.

They wouldn't be able to get anything from the computer she used because they would have to find someone more professional for something Fatty wasn't able to do.