Although Qianshu confidently made a guarantee, unfortunately, by the time the two set off, it was already dusk—after all, as a coffee shop employee, she couldn't just shirk her duties, could she?
So it wasn't until the coffee shop closed that Qianshu finally got into the supercar she had been dreaming of, excitedly driving towards their destination.
"By the way, aren't you going to investigate these things?"
Leaning against the car window, watching the highway scenery outside with boredom, Duanmu Huai casually asked, and Qianshu shook her head.
"No, our Licorice primarily maintains public order. For incidents like these collective suicides... even if they did happen, they wouldn't talk about it, right? Although I don't understand why, when they could live, they choose to end their lives. Life is very precious."
"Speaking of which, this business is really strange."
Duanmu Huai said as he flipped through a magazine.
