Song Liao sat with a wooden expression, pressing down on the brim of his hat, "It should be."
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, "Should be?"
She intuited there was more to the story, but the police station was obviously not a good place to discuss matters.
Li Qiao gave Xiao Wang a nod, then left the police station with Song Lao Liu, who had "the tiger falls to the plain su."
...
Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao was sitting with Song Liao in a duplex apartment at River View Grand Court.
This was Li Shaoquan's residence, and ever since he had been sent back to his second uncle's home by Li Qiao, the apartment had been vacant.
The living room was permeated with a slight smell of accumulated dust. Li Qiao opened the window and turned back to ask, "All your documents were in your wallet?"
