Sitting on the bed, facing away from Duanmu Huai, the petite girl complained without turning her head, her long black hair falling like silk, scattered on the bed. Nearby were a lot of empty cans—yep, a perfect example of an unhealthy lifestyle.
"Just you, little brat?"
Duanmu Huai wasn't bothered by Yuko Shionji's complaints, he snorted lightly and walked in.
"Looking at your underdeveloped body, who would be interested in you? Even if you stripped and threw yourself on the street, no one would want you... here's your report card."
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai casually tossed a document to Yuko Shionji. As a detective, she naturally had to solve cases. However, since Yuko Shionji adhered to a strict policy of not leaving the house unless absolutely necessary, and with her skinny arms and legs, she wasn't suited for direct confrontations. So, most of Yuko Shionji's cases were completed in collaboration with Duanmu Huai.
