Qiao Xiya's eyes radiated admiration and love, while Yin Moran's gaze flickered briefly as he glanced at Lin Qian, who remained silent beside them. He pursed his lips and changed the subject.
"Ya, how did you know that man was going to kill Qianqian?"
It was important to clarify the murderer's motives first.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiya smiled and said, "Moran, don't you know? Because of my profession, I'm very sensitive to light. I knew something was wrong with that man because I saw his knife reflecting the sunlight when it was concealed in front of his chest. That's why I rushed over to save her immediately. So, Moran, I'm clever, aren't I?"
The woman's complexion was pale, but her eyes sparkled with a fine light, beaming brilliantly under the lamp.
An already beautiful woman, when bolstered by intelligence, became even more endearing and lovable.
Lin Qian bit her lip, unable to identify the strange feeling in her heart.