Xiao Feng glanced at Song Keren and saw her looking as though she'd lost all hope. Then he looked at Shi Jiaxin, who was eagerly seeking answers, and nodded in confusion.
"..." Shi Jiaxin was silent.
She couldn't believe that the laid-back guy in front of her, handing in a taxi receipt for reimbursement at the police station, was the expert she had been talking about.
In Shi Jiaxin's mind, someone with such exquisite knife skills should be at least a fifty- or sixty-year-old man.
But the young Xiao Feng was hard to believe as a master of sword technique.
Yet, as the saying goes, seeing is believing. Shi Jiaxin decided to set aside her preconceptions and see if Xiao Feng really had the skills.
"Wait for me." With those words, Shi Jiaxin walked out of the interrogation room.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Xiao Feng was baffled, unable to grasp the situation.
