"Ahem!"
Eating too quickly, half a meatball suddenly got lodged in her throat, and she couldn't stop herself from coughing urgently.
Smack!
A heavy slap landed on her back, and the meatball finally shot out of her windpipe.
"So stupid!" Cold Xiaoxie's voice dripped with disdain, "When you go back, switch to a desk job; being a detective doesn't suit you."
Memoria Campbell shot up, "That's discrimination against women!"
"Discrimination against women?" Cold Xiaoxie slowly buttoned his shirt, "Definitely not, I only discriminate against you."
A rookie female cop, actually taking the lead—is this girl even aware of the word "danger"?
She was lucky to encounter him today; otherwise, whether she'd survive the night or not would be uncertain.
Memoria was furious, stood up, and walked over to him.
She wanted to give him a disdainful glance, but with his towering height, she could only look up at him, suppressing her voice and angrily questioning.
