"Why?" As she watched the two people leave, Luo Qianqian still looked unhappy, grinding her molars loudly.
"What?" Qin Nuan was slow to react, only understanding when she looked at Luo Qianqian, curling the corner of her lips, "You think I'd let them off? No way, I'll make them fall into hell. What if they hide and miss the great show I have arranged?"
"However." Qin Nuan glanced sideways at the young police officer who had followed Second Brother Qin out, clearly displeased with his giving a towel to that woman, "Why waste a towel?"
"Exactly." Luo Yanwu, who had come to pick up Luo Qianqian on his temporary day off, also wore a face full of indignation. The grandparents had been sent home by Second Uncle because there wasn't enough room in the car, so he stayed behind so his sister wasn't alone.
"It's not really a waste." The young officer touched his nose, unsure how to respond to the girl's complaint: "After all, it can still be used to make a bed for a stray dog."
