Chapter 557: Are You Sick?
Song Liao sat with a wooden expression, pressing down on the brim of his hat, "It should be."
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, "Should be?"
She intuited there was more to the story, but the police station was obviously not a good place to discuss matters.
Li Qiao gave Xiao Wang a nod, then left the police station with Song Lao Liu, who had "the tiger falls to the plain su."
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Twenty minutes later, Li Qiao was sitting with Song Liao in a duplex apartment at River View Grand Court.
This was Li Shaoquan’s residence, and ever since he had been sent back to his second uncle’s home by Li Qiao, the apartment had been vacant.
The living room was permeated with a slight smell of accumulated dust. Li Qiao opened the window and turned back to ask, "All your documents were in your wallet?"
Song Liao took off his hat, revealing a buzz cut that, paired with his square face, made him look increasingly simple and honest, "No, my wallet and document holder were put together. He took both of them."
Li Qiao walked over to him, her slender right leg resting on the coffee table, her arm bracing her knee as she leaned forward to size up Song Liao, "A few years have gone by, you’ve gotten rusty."
Song Liao instinctively wanted to retort, but thinking of his predicament, he pursed his lips and said nothing.