He Qing stormed out of the room, face flushed with anger, chest heaving violently. In seven or eight years of work, this was the first time he had endured such grievance.
What a damn humiliation.
"Captain He, they're pushing from above, asking you to hurry up and take the person out, otherwise they'll suspend you for a month to reflect."
"What?"
"I have so many cases on hand, who will handle them if I'm suspended for a month?"
He Qing was instantly anxious.
After some thought, he could only grit his teeth and return to the interrogation room, wearing a cold expression, and grudgingly unlocked Zhang Xiaoshan's handcuffs.
"Smells good."
Up close, Zhang Xiaoshan clearly caught a gentle and elegant fragrance emanating from He Qing.
Zhang Xiaoshan could tell that it wasn't the smell of perfume or shampoo but genuine body scent.
"Such strong Qi, still a novice."
"Looks good too, with a nice figure, it might be useful to boost my strength."
