Chatting and laughing about childhood anecdotes, Bo Jinghang tried to subtly shift Qin Yiren's attention, "How is it? Does it taste good?"
Under his strong recommendation, Qin Yiren took a bite of the cookie in her hand, the sweet flavor melting on her tongue.
"Mm, it's delicious." Sipping the warm milk again, her mood gradually calmed down, and she asked with a complex expression, "When will the police arrive? Should I prepare?"
Saying this, Qin Yiren looked down at her bathrobe, embarrassedly pursing her lips.
She had showered last night before bed, planning to change her clothes in the morning.
Unexpectedly, an incident occurred, scaring her so much that she didn't bother dressing properly and ran to Bo Jinghang for help in a panic.
Bo Jinghang thought for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, Miss Qin's current state is more genuine. I think when the police come to question you, they might assess your mental state to see how the illegal entry impacted you."
