Upon hearing the three words "Mr. Qin," Wen Ke's expression momentarily cooled, though his eyes didn't show much emotion. He casually changed the subject: "Keep the pepper spray with you. If you encounter any criminals stalking you again, don't hesitate to use it. But I can't give you a police baton; it doesn't comply with internal regulations. You know, there are a lot of strict and peculiar rules domestically."
"I know, this is sufficient." Shi Su weighed the two cans in her hand, then glanced at the time: "What time are you going to the police station today? Do you have time to stay for a bite before you leave?"
"Honestly, you don't look like someone from the entertainment industry, more like a sexy little chef." Wen Ke laughed and teased her, about to refuse the meal, but suddenly glanced down and then looked back at Shi Su with a meaningful gaze: "Is there anyone else at home?"
