As Mu Zimo and Xie Shan seriously analyzed the matter, Qiao An just squatted quietly to the side, her chin in her hands, swaying back and forth.
When the two of them finished their spiel, they turned to see she had already zoned out, staring blankly at the raindrops dripping from the eaves.
"We're working overtime to analyze this case for you, and you can't even be bothered to keep up? Why are you spacing out?"
Xie Shan was displeased, but Mu Zimo just gazed at her pale little face with a doting expression. It was as if her presence represented a world at peace, well-fed and content—a simple, pure kind of beauty.
"I just think humans are so strange sometimes. Their lives are already so good. That Cheng Quan has a company, right? He's a big boss, so he must be rich. He lives in that brand-new apartment complex with an underground garage, which can't be cheap. Why does he still have to scheme to get his hands on things that belong to other people?"
