They were very close, Xia Chuqing could even smell the faint scent of tobacco on him.
She moved her lips: "It's cold outside, you should wait for me in the car."
Xiao Mo was about to say "Finally, you spoke like a normal person after a whole night," but he reconsidered and swallowed his words.
He was a grown man after all, no need to sulk with a young girl.
"Okay." He responded indifferently, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Xia Chuqing didn't quite understand what his "okay" meant, and it was just then that a police officer approached them.
"Mr. Xiao, is this Miss Xia?"
"Yes, take her inside."
"Alright."
Xia Chuqing turned her head and followed Officer Wang into the prison.
As soon as they entered, the atmosphere became peculiarly eerie, as quiet as an unsettling ghost town.
In the corridor, only the sound of their footsteps echoed, one heavy and one light, as they walked slowly forward.
