A Mission About a Family

"Hmm?" Zhao Yao's eyes were fixed on the exclamation mark that hung above Elizabeth's head, "That looks just like Inspector Ho's, except it's gold, not silver. Does this mean there's a mission?"

He turned to Elizabeth, eyes glimmering with hope.

"Lizzie, can I help you with anything?" he asked, batting his eyelids.

Elizabeth studied the strangely eager look on his face.

"You're acting weird," she stated.

"Let's not talk about me. I want to focus on you," he brushed her off swiftly, "I can tell that there's something bothering you. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Elizabeth glanced at him hesitantly before speaking.

"Zhao Yao, can you save my parents and my dumb sister?"

"I have a feeling she doesn't like this sister of hers," he thought, chortling to himself.