Back at Wang Qingqing's home, Yue Wei gratefully said, "Thank you, Xiao Han."
Wang Qingqing was still somewhat shaken, and it was clear that the recent murder scene had been too much for her to handle.
"Let's have dinner at my place tonight. Qingqing, help me buy some groceries," Yue Wei glanced at Wang Qingqing.
"Sure, I really want to taste your cooking, Sister Yue," Xiao Han readily agreed.
With a hesitant look, Wang Qingqing glanced at Xiao Han and couldn't help saying, "Let Xiao Han accompany me."
Yue Wei glared at Wang Qingqing and said irritably, "You know the way yourself; it's not even dark yet. What's there to be afraid of?"
Wang Qingqing had a wry smile. It wasn't that she was scared to be alone, but she was worried that Xiao Han might devour Yue Wei.
However, she couldn't voice this concern and could only head out to buy the groceries quietly.
Xiao Han sat there with a smile, not saying anything but looking at Yue Wei with a fervent gaze.
