Holding hands with Ye Qing, Xu Qianli felt as though her hand was soft like it lacked bones, yet oddly there was a sense of strength emanating from it. It was peculiar.
Grasping her hand, Xu Qianli scrutinized Ye Qing from head to toe.
She appeared very young, looking no older than in her early twenties, petite, probably just 140 cm tall at most, her beautiful face still a bit childish, and her skin fair, looking like a pretty porcelain doll.
Such a gorgeous porcelain doll was actually a master from National Security?
Ye Qing, seemingly noticing Xu Qianli's confusion, lifted her head and said, "Vice County Magistrate Xu, surely you don't judge a book by its cover, do you?"
Xu Qianli responded, "How could I? Since Miss Ye comes from National Security, you must certainly be one of the elites. How may I assist you?"
"It's simple. I need a suitable identity to accompany you to Qingshan Town and investigate the Qingshan Association."
