"Then, you must be Officer Qiao!" Xu Xia smiled as she shook hands with him.
Leng Zirui's description of Qiao was simple yet very perceptive, and Xu Xia only had to see the black mole beneath his eyebrow to know he was indeed Qiao.
To say the least, this one did bear some resemblance to Obama.
"Miss Xu knows me?" Qiao was somewhat surprised.
"I heard Rui say you look like Obama," Xu Xia replied with a smile.
Qiao also laughed, and Leng Zirui glanced at the busy staff in the distance, lightly patting Xu Xia's hand, "Wait for me in the car."
Xu Xia understood they needed to discuss serious matters, and it was inconvenient for her to be present, so she waved goodbye to Qiao and turned to return to the car.
"Not lacking in charm," Qiao laughed.
"Of course," Leng Zirui wasn't shy about the pride in his tone, and then he got serious again, "Have you found anything?"
Qiao shook his head lightly, "Nothing of any value has been found."
Buzz!
