When Qian got home, Jia Xiufang was still waiting for her, while Chen Zilong, that spoiled brat, had already gone to sleep. Even through the door, his carefree snoring could be heard.
"Qian'er, how did things go?" Jia Xiufang asked.
"I came back to grab something, then need to head out again."
"Is it safe? I'll go with you!"
"It's fine, the agent of justice is with me." She still had Yu Minglang's jacket draped over her.
"That guy who put out the fire, do you know him?" It was a bit odd seeing her daughter wearing a man's jacket.
"You forgot, he saved us before."
"Ah, it's him, no wonder he looked so familiar."
Qian took the box with the negatives and photos and turned to leave.
"Qian'er, are you sure you don't need me to go with you?"
"No, he's sent by the authorities, it's fine." Qian casually lied, successfully deceiving Jia Xiufang.
Getting into the car again, she watched him skillfully start the engine.
"All the negatives are here?"
