"Why are you staring at me like that?"
In the car, Lin Mu felt a little flustered under Qin Luoli's gaze and couldn't help but turn away.
Qin Luoli turned his head back toward her, seriously sizing up the face that was both familiar and strange.
"Tell me honestly, how did you do it?"
Her tone was extremely serious, as if she wouldn't let him off the hook until he gave her a satisfactory explanation. Naturally, she was referring to what had just happened. Lin Mu had simply bowed, and Qiao Zishan's coffin had cracked open.
Everyone had been startled, and Qin Luoli was no exception.
"COUGH, COUGH." Lin Mu cleared his throat, blinked, and said, "If you kiss me, I'll tell you."
"Pah!" Qin Luoli couldn't help but spit in disdain, her pretty face blushing slightly.
However, she hesitated for a moment, then met his eyes. "If I kiss you, you'll really tell me?"
Lin Mu nodded solemnly. "I'll spill everything!"
"Fine!"
Qin Luoli leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
