"Yes, yes, come in!"
Zhao Hongjuan put down the rolling pin somewhat awkwardly and said, "I'll make you a cup of water."
"Thank you."
Zhao Yi walked into the living room and plonked down on the couch. As he looked up, he saw Lin Xudong and for some reason detected a sense of 'grievance' in his eyes.
Grievance?
How could such a feeling emerge from a grown man, a manly police captain no less—a tough guy?
Zhao Yi shook his head, took the tea, and sipped it lightly. He adjusted his mood before slowly beginning, "About getting married..."
"Actually... I'm fine with it. It all depends on what Xiaoqing thinks."
A look of doubt appeared on Zhao Hongjuan's face, "Qingqing said the same thing."
"Really? Haha, then we really are on the same wavelength."