Chapter 1715: The Same Birthmark (Part Twelve)

Since Qian Yikun was too close to Mo Fei, Mo Fei took a subconscious step back. Behind her was the office door. Qian Yikun put one hand on the door. It was a perfect kabedon pose.

Mo Fei was speechless. “…”

Mo Fei flung his hand away and walked around him.

A kabedon at the door? It did not exist in her dictionary!

Qian Yikun remained on the spot and looked up at the sky silently. This was a mere woman.

Mo Fei looked around in his office. There was a large archive on the desk and a space for guests. The office was as neat and tidy as Qian Yikun himself.

Qian Yikun adjusted his breathing. Then, he reached out and pulled the door open.

The people outside fell into the office one after another like stacks of dominos. After they finally managed to steady their footing, they saw Mo Fei already sitting behind Qian Yikun’s office desk, spinning in his chair as she stared at the people outside the door.

“…” Everyone did not know what to say.

The sister-in-law from their captain’s family looked rather roguish. Compared to the hooligans they arrested, she was acting more like a gangster. So, where did their boss dig out such a roguish sister-in-law from?

“Too free?” Qian Yikun frowned as he looked at the policemen who had steadied themselves. He felt that it was not a wise decision to bring Mo Fei here.

The leading police officer coughed lightly. “It’s Slippers. He still refuses to answer.”

“I got it. I’ll go over in a while,” replied Qian Yikun as he slammed the office door. He turned around and glared at the woman who had placed her feet on his desk. He strode over and threw her feet on the floor. She cried out in pain. Luckily, she was quick enough to grab the edge of the desk to save herself the embarrassment of sprawling on the floor.

Mo Fei placed her hands on the edge of the table and looked up at Qian Yikun with a face full of disdain. “Hypocrite, are you trying to ruin my face so that I don’t look better than you?”

“Look at you. You look like some gangster lady. You think you’re good looking?” Qian Yikun did not pull her up. Instead, he went to the bookshelf to look for the files.

Mo Fei tsked and leaned one elbow on the table, her palm on her cheek as she looked at the man who was searching for files. “Hypocrite, you’re comparing me to a gangster lady? Did I hear that right?”

Qian Yikun paused when he retrieved the file. There was no rationale for the comparison. After all, they did not exist on the same level.

Hence, Qian Yikun decided to shut up. He lowered his head and looked at the file in his hand. “Do you know this person called Slippers?”

Mo Fei toyed with the pen on his desk because she was bored. No matter how she looked at it, the atmosphere was suffocating her here.

“I’ve heard of him, but I’ve never seen him before. Why? Did he offend you?” Mo Fei asked out of boredom. She had never paid attention to these small fries. It was already good enough that she could remember them.

Qian Yikun held the file and turned around to look at her. Mo Fei was flipping through the things on his desk in boredom. For the first time, Qian Yikun doubted if there were too few things on his desk.

“He’s at the police station. He was caught by our men when he tried to smuggle firearms,” Qian Yikun said without reservation.

“Oh, isn’t he Ye Cong’s old man’s lackey? What, after the old man died, he was caught in his first mission?” said Mo Fei without hiding her disdain toward Slippers.

At the mention of Ye Cong’s father’s death, Qian Yikun’s mood took a turn for the worse. “Mo Fei, can’t you act like a proper person?”

“Hypocrite, how am I not proper? Am I your criminal?” As she said that, Mo Fei threw Qian Yikun a flirtatious wink.

Qian Yikun was speechless. “…”

He started to doubt himself—whatever in his brain snapped that made him decide to bring this succubus to the police station?

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