"Hey, hey, hey, what are you trying to do, what are you trying to do..."
He merely intended to refill her glass with hot water, but Zhou Niannian, feeling his sudden stand and approach towards her, found his movements unclear and suspicious. It was necessary to thoroughly interrogate him.
For some unknown reason, Zhou Niannian even instinctively grabbed the backrest of the sofa, holding it against her chest with, well, a look of "fear of hooligans," glaring at Li Jinyuan.
Seeing her like this, Li Jinyuan couldn't help but laugh, bent down, and took the porcelain cup she had placed on the coffee table, "Don't be nervous, I'm just pouring you some water."
Did she think he would do something inappropriate?
"...," realizing that she had overreacted, Zhou Niannian calmly placed the backrest behind her and replied, "Sorry, occupational habit. When I see a suspect suddenly make a move, I subconsciously think he's up to no good."
