Jiang Zhengkai sat in the living room, casually chatting with A-Jiao and Lu Xiaoqiang for more than ten minutes now. A-Ping's face had grown ruddy while she was in A-Jiao's embrace and her emotions also seemed to have stabilized. As she continued to familiarize herself with the three faces in the room, she gradually began to feel more assured of her safety. Lu Xiaoqiang was someone she was already familiar with, A-Jiao was the most comforting after she had been frightened, and unlike those police who cracked down on prostitution, Jiang Zhengkai’s expression was warm and not malicious at all. In this sort of atmosphere, A-Ping had loosened up and no longer felt as stiff with Jiang Zhengkai. 

“Inspector Jiang, if you want to ask something, then just ask!” A-Ping spoke gently, taking advantage of the lapse in the conversation between the other three. “I’m feeling a bit better...