Qiao An, who had just choked on a satsuma mandarin, patted her chest until she finally managed to swallow it. She forced an awkward smile.
"Heh heh, it's pretty sweet…"
As a shrewd woman who had seen all sorts of schemes over the years, Mrs. Xie understood at once. She raised a delicate eyebrow and glanced at Mu Zimo.
He, on the other hand, was completely composed, continuing to peel the small mandarins and place them one by one in front of Qiao An.
Xie Shan had worked alongside Mu Zimo at the police station for years. They were extremely close; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them both mentor and friend.
This wasn't the first time they had invited Mu Zimo over for the New Year, but he had always politely declined with one excuse or another. This time, however, he had come willingly.
Mrs. Xie had found it strange at first, but now she finally understood. 'He's only come to join the festivities because of Qiao An.'
