Li Qiao closed the file and looked at the police officer across from her, without betraying any emotion, "Is every detail of the case included here?"
The person on the other side carefully glanced at Shang Yu, "Yes, this case has been too long, and the criminal police squad that was in charge of the case has been transferred. We don't know any more details than what's here."
This police officer was just over thirty, he had heard bits and pieces about this old case, but most of it was hearsay.
Li Qiao thanked him and stood up to return to Shang Yu's side, "Let's go."
The man hooked his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close, gave Luoyu a meaningful look, and then led Li Qiao out of the archives room first.
Back in the car, Li Qiao's expression was very calm, neither sad nor joyful, without even a ripple of emotion.
Shang Yu picked up her hand and gently kneaded it, silently waiting for her to sort through her thoughts.
