She held an apple in her hand and started peeling it.
Xu Qiaoqiao was panting heavily, feeling pressured as she saw Qi Liu's sudden change in expression.
She stared at Qi Liu.
This was her first time in Qi Liu's room.
The structure of the room was the same as their home, a three-bedroom and two living room layout with minimalist decoration, just like a model room. The only difference was a laptop on the table in the living room, nothing seemed out of place.
She looked away and asked Qi Liu again, "Who are you, really?"
Qi Liu curled his lips in response, "I'm Qi Liu, just as I've said!"
Xu Qiaoqiao stared at him: "Then why did you fire a gun?"
"I'm a bad guy, do you believe me?"
Xu Qiaoqiao: ...
Does a bad person constantly tell others that they are bad?
Qi Liu snorted, "Our family has a military background. Is that explanation satisfactory?"
Xu Qiaoqiao furrowed her brows, "Really?"
